I need to get out of Portland. I want to be able to walk down the street without the ice and grit of sand (hate that sound) under my feet.
thought you should know.
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"there is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort." ~ Jane Eyre
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come down to boston.
mom
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