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~and the ripples on the river are ever moving...even when i wish to say goodbye they pulse behind me...waiting for me to return. and it will never be the same going back. each time there are new stones beneath the surface we cannot see, only to feel. and there's no easy way to say goodbye... this is where i want to be, holding my memories by the shore.
~i went back to portland this weekend, and i never quite remember how much i miss it until i'm home again. I saw and did strange things. talked to chickens that weren't afraid...touched the remnants of the old maple laying on the lawn that used to shelter from the rain...and saw a baby i once knew grown into another person entirely...tore down a house that i almost grew up in, only to walk away wishing i could see it the way it used to be one last time...it reminded me of days when the field outside it was endless, and everything smelled of roses. when it was always halloween and nothing ever changed....can we really take it with us?