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Oh Portland, City that I love, I missed you more than you could possibly imagine. The memories that we have are paramount. Though I was able to visit briefly I remember why I loved you so. I remember your overcast skies that so beautifully tinted the world around me like a safety goggle secured over…

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Matter

Late at night my nostalgia seems to replace my grey matter. It seems to keep me awake with worry and hope and all kinds of mixed feelings. I think until I can’t anymore. As a new year begins much has happened. We’ve watched countless tragedies and prayed for complete strangers. We’ve seen Christmas lights, and sang Christmas music. We’ve…