It’s funny, the halfway brain that sprouts from sleep deprivation. I wake up at 05:30 but really I wake up on the bus in downtown Portland, trying to remember if I did basic things like dress myself and feed myself and not leave the front door wide open. So far, I’m doing pretty well. (But let’s not jinx it.) Many photos to catch up on! Nineteen, in fact. I may have a little bit of a preoccupation with flowers.
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