04.24.05 - 3:28 p.m.

I'm in Portland for a week or so, where the persistant rain kisses you every day. Where you climb into a car so as to plunge into the trees, and then end up lost in a vaulted-ceilinged neighborhood like its Moby Dick. Where most effects are accomplished with plants. Where the musical Ice Cream three-wheelers look like meter maids. Where you kiss the rain back just by cracking the window. Where the telescope in your mind has turned to a microscope, and swiveled from the sky to some roots inside of you.

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