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Old New FriendsPortland, OR She took a deep breath as she unsnapped the lock on her great, great grandmother's old suitcase. Who knew what lay inside? She lifted the lid gently, carefully. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the old photo lying on top. So the place WAS real. She hadn't been sure. She'd heard the stories of new old friends, lifelong as it turned out... laughing in the wind, barely able to stand... ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Rivers of Gold From the Heavens A nice reminder to always look up, eh? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
I Forgive You The weight of the obelisk was a constant pressure on her roots. In some places, they even had to re-route. But she was flexible. The obelisk never seemed to notice. It sat in stony silence, except on Sundays and sometimes Wednesday evenings. If it knew or cared that its presence weighed on her so, it never let on. She was sorry for the obelisk. So rigid, so sameness of same. It couldn't move, couldn't flow with the natural order of seasonal things. It simply...sat. Finally, after yet another failed attempt to strike up an autumn day, puffy cloud conversation, she brushed oh-so-gently against the obelisk's brusk, cobbled shell... and whispered "I forgive you." ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Rivers of Gold From the Heavens


A nice reminder to always look up, eh?



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Rivers of Gold From the Heavens A nice reminder to always look up, eh? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Rivers of Gold From the Heavens


A nice reminder to always look up, eh?



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
See photo in original gallery.
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