Valentine's Day means little to me, yet the lala letter I found in the stillness before sunrise this chilly autumn morning warmed my heart. Yes, I saw the rabbit that yelled you my secret. After returning home from almost a year of Hurricane Sandy disaster-recovery work in New York, I found #480 at the bottom of a give-away box in the common laundry room. Who knows how long it has been waiting there, likely abandoned by a carrier less serendipitous than I. This one must have sung many songs and thought extensively about accordion over the months (years?). Reflecting upon my long lost love with Portland, your lala letter was the perfect welcome back to my lonely little home. Happy Thanksgiving! Love, phiko :)
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a beautiful woman handed it to us at New Seasons on s1st and SE Division as my daughter and I were admiring gardenias in the flower dept.
thank you for the lovely gift
Valentine's Day means little to me, yet the lala letter I found in the stillness before sunrise this chilly autumn morning warmed my heart. Yes, I saw the rabbit that yelled you my secret. After returning home from almost a year of Hurricane Sandy disaster-recovery work in New York, I found #480 at the bottom of a give-away box in the common laundry room. Who knows how long it has been waiting there, likely abandoned by a carrier less serendipitous than I. This one must have sung many songs and thought extensively about accordion over the months (years?). Reflecting upon my long lost love with Portland, your lala letter was the perfect welcome back to my lonely little home. Happy Thanksgiving! Love, phiko :)
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