the portland marathon is running through....three houses down....cheers from the side of the street....encouraging the last leg of the race....i am a prisoner in my own space....forethought happened and laziness won me over. the pelicans flight pattern was so close, i could almost touch it....the waves were so high...they won me over with every swell...every crash...i am holding on to this part....leaving other parts behind.
the constant cheering for thousands must be exhausting....it's exhausting just listening from the basement walls.
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