Portland

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To sit in open air -
Not hot,
Nor cold,
But cool;
To gaze upon trolley cars
Lumbering along the cobblestones;
To be engaged in stratospheric conversation
Surrounded though, by the supposedly mundane -
This place, this atmosphere,
These people and their honest decency,
All of it
Feels like HOME.

-Vinaka, Jone

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