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we left the city

life in a crack

We left the city yesterday, wet leaves covered sidewalks; brown and at the end of their season.

It had been nice to walk neighborhoods, dart into cafes for coffee or a drink. It was grey in a melancholy sort of way, with a fresh breeze.

Being reminded of traffic, activity, and people. The places we gravitate filled with the not-mainstream people. I’m intrigued with their stories and thoughts, often different from mine.

Bridges and highways, buildings old and new, some dilapidated, others restored. The rush and crush continues, all covered with leaves set in grey.


Written in Seaside, about Portland while in our hip, urban loft-esque industrial hotel.

Missy


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  1. sewsavyNovember 18, 2016 at 7:08 AM

    It's like night and day, Seaside and Portland. Different energy in each. It has been quite gray here. You described the feeling of Portland perfectly for this time of year. We had sunshine yesterday though. Got to visit with Sabine and Missy. Have a lovely weekend.

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    1. Missy ANovember 18, 2016 at 7:27 AM

      It sure is Marlene, and we enjoyed both. I'm so glad you got to visit with Sabine and Misty yesterday. I do miss our writing class; the camaraderie and input. My writing grew immensely. Have a very nice weekend, too!

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