Wednesday, August 31, 2011


There she lies, Mount Hood, my gleaming goalpost for ten years, peeking through the clouds, waving, "Welcome to Portland, you're home, my little one!" My face smashed against the plane window wasn't enough to see through the white fuzz. Not until we descended below did the greenery of the Northwest appear, squared and peaceful streets and homes. I am from Portland, this I know.

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