"It was a delicate, new strangeness, and I held on to it like a candle, hoping it would lead me to an even newer, stranger strangeness. Or perhaps I could accumulate many small new ways and pile them up to form one large new way."
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
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* this is the kind of hopeful i feel in Portland.
* this is the kind of hopeful i feel in Portland.
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