When the wind blows in Portland, the gods hide. I'm watching gazing balls and flower pots fly across the garden while listening to the best soundtrack to a monster movie ever. I would like to tell you that I'm getting used to it but I don't believe anybody ever does.
It's hard to accept a perfect existence. If it weren't for that pesky notion of mortality and news from the internet of suffering in so many places, I would surely be right there.
Now, if I were you, I wouldn't take advice from the likes of me. However, if you're feeling adventurous and freewheeling today, here's this- Love hard. Love like there's no tomorrow. One day there won't be.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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