"i think everyone should stay in Portland for a summer, just to see our college from a different angle." she said to me.
though she had left town before i got here, i knew what she meant when i saw the sunset on that first friday.
the pacific northwest sunsets are the most beautiful things i have ever witnessed. the golden honey, vibrant purple, and burnt orange hues, the wispy clouds. it's so surreal. every time.
the dripping popsicles that we share on the balconies as our tongues and teeth turn unsightly tones of magenta. the sweet red and purple imprints left on our hands and lips after we've picked and eaten our fill of strawberries and blueberries.
the laughters that echo in the quad. especially when we're running through sprinklers at midnight. the unpredictable twists and turns of your car rides. singing our hearts out in the car, getting out of the car to dance dance dance.
Portland and my friends here have such a special place in heart. when i try to think of how i feel about being here, blessed is the best answer i can come up with.
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