My nose will be at the WayPost tonight for another olfactory exchange. If you are in Portland, and you have nothing better to do between the hours of 5 to 7 pm, stop on by.
Mister Flaubert
"Fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars."
Fall Favorites
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