August 11th
Today's date feels important but I cannot place why.
Eating breakfast at John Street Cafe in St. John's and it reminds me of D. Makes me miss our adventures in North Portland, St. John's, bumming around, eating lunch at places I'd never see from the street unless they were pointed out to me.
I still wish they were here.
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There is the slightest amount of Autumn in the air today, kind of that smoky wood smell. Feels a little weird -- Summer hasn't really fully begun.
But I don't mind. Autumn is more my style. I can go without summer.
Most Portlanders would murder me for such blasphemy!
I'm not sorry.
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