As I rounded the corner of the garage today, a burst of purple Hyacinth greeted me.
No matter how preoccupied or out of sync I am, the beauty of a Portland spring sings me back into harmony.
I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me. Anais Nin
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