I took this photo once when I was jogging around Northeast Portland, through the curving streets, under the giant old trees, pounding the pavement past the varying shades of Portland roses, my breath getting heavier and my steps shrinking as I rounded another corner. Stately house after stately house, all sitting behind lovely landscaped yards, nestled under a dignified canopy of aged branches— they ran past my vision as I ran past them.

But what caught my eye? This bush of overflowing flowers, spilling through a fence. Red. Flowers so red.

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