Women's March, Harlene, resist!

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I felt as if Harlene walked with me yesterday. Portland was her adopted city, the last place she lived. Thinking of her helped me handle the crowd without feeling any claustrophobia. There was so much kindness and determination on display in that mass of humanity. The sense of doom I've felt since the election has lifted to allow a new determination to germinate.

Miss you, lady.