Up on my roof in 1999, near the San Francisco Civic Center, I discovered roses. |
David's Roof Roses |
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Some one created a garden with tomato plants and flowers of all kinds, including many beautiful roses. Every body in the apartment loved the roof that summer. |
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I would see strangers and ask about the roof roses. “David” they said. I never saw David that summer; never thanked him for the roof roses. Now the roof roses are gone. A neighbor informed me that David Post became very ill and died in October 2000. |
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