Projected Reflections


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Today I’m circling back 17 years, slowly clutching the moments from when I went out the front door without a pocket handkerchief, but sterile and fresh from tiptoe to top of head. Our there and back again would be to OHSU Portland, through a sleep haze of sedation, and back to the little apartment on the hill.


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K. Shawn Edgar | 2001 – 2018 August to August | Remembering and Returning

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