Oh internet.
You are hollow,
And I desire something real.
Something physical, and
Meaningful.
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Her name was Portland. And I didn't get the picture. She was a facet of a place, forever captured in my mind, but hardly able to be shared with others. In that moment that I saw her, with her striped fleece beanie, puffy vest, long sleeved tee shirt, non jean pants, relaxed on her bike looking off at the river, she was Portland. Not merely a person belonging to the place called Portland, but Portland herself was biking past me. And I didn't get the picture.
