This is my second month here. Here in this new place in the Pacific
Northwest, in Portland. I watch the rain, drink coffee, and write
postcards to people I can no longer see.
I didn’t drink coffee in Atlanta, but I do here. I also walk
a lot, which I didn't do in Atlanta. I walk down the street for
groceries. I walk in the woods for recreation. I walk to the coffee
shop to write and drink more coffee.
I rent a room from an older woman in a hip part of town. Drop by some
time. We'll get a cup of coffee.
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Photo detail on main page courtesy
of Naked Eyes.
Read HA's story, "Tortoise".
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