Dear Sundays,
I am home under Portland's gray skies, sitting outside in a neighborhood coffee shop, and writing this letter to you. It feels like it's 2019! There are kids and dogs and grown-ups and conversations all around me. This cafe is teeming with life, and I feel the energy o…
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