Oregon (Part 3)

July 8, 2013

Though it wasn't my first

it was.

I stepped into a brave new world

and saw things

that I forgot were real.

So many new things

it was like tasting a new flavor of life

and I wanted to know exactly how

I spent the first 17 years of my life

thinking there was nothing

when there was everything.

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