Old Portland, why must you entice me with grainy old black and white photographs of yourself? Your neon sign filled boulevards, your simple and yet artistic billboards advertising products now long gone and your wonderfully crafted automobiles filling the air with exhaust. I never saw you in person, but I long for you, I do. I long to walk down the street and get lost among men in suits, women in dresses and little children always holding their mother's gloved hand. When I see a photo of what you once were, I miss you. I never knew you, but I miss you. You had some bad some bad traits, yes... some even horrible. But, the pictures you left behind are nothing but beautiful. I love you.
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