Thanks to the guy in the truck who strategized with me to get across burnside, to the trimet driver who refused my 5$ on my way to the hospital, and to the lady who gave me free baklava for a 5 minute wait. Thanks to the cop that saw me almost run over and did something about it, thanks to the bartender that comp'ed my drink the other night, the coffee shop who said it was on the house, and offered me soup when closing. Thanks to all my friends that helped me move, again, and crash on couches in between times. To the stranger that asked about my day with genuine interest, thanks. Thanks for these few good clear days while they're left. For the midnight babka, calling to check in and up, for all the passionate nights, for having this city be my home again, I thank you.
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