[One from the archives that never made it out... I wonder if J will remember this day like I do...]
Caricatures.
Costumes.
The Baron and the Ghost.
Golden glows and hushed conversations.
Blackberry hookah stains the back of my throat with its flavor & fire.
Sangria.
Open minds.
Exploratory banter.
Wonderings about wanderings.
Questions without answers.
Pondering perplexedness.
Brief moments of clarity amidst profuse moments of obscurity.
Tattoos and bells.
The click-clack of my heels hitting the pavement, grounding me.
The city is muted on this Wednesday night.
I am muted on this Wednesday night.
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Oh yes; The birth of Project Portland (a.k.a. Destination Unknown). Peak.
Peaks and valleys. Peaks and valleys.
..and you can't have one without the other.
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