It was snowing lightly as I ran an errand today. The wind had eased, and it was pleasant walking as long you had a hat and were bundled up. These two guys were walking towards me, both of them pulling rolling suitcases and one of them carrying an acoustic guitar case, and, though they might have been visiting, I just wondered if ten or fifteen years from now, one of them would be saying to the other: "You remember when we moved to Portland and it was snowing?"
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Literary Arts Student Anthology 2025-26: A Small Piece of Night
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Each year, Literary Arts publishes an anthology of the student work created
in our Writers in the Schools workshops and Verselandia!. The anthology’s
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