I saw this written on the sidewalk while walking near the
river in downtown Portland. I took a picture of it, thinking how creativity is
a form of therapy, if it doesn’t kill you, of course.
There’s a message here somewhere, but it’s beyond me at the
moment.
I’d like to think someone experienced some kind of therapeutic
value for writing this message. Who knows.
It was a good day to be out.
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