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Portland, Oregon. Falling in love with the art of everything.

  • Writer's pictureRachel Sandstrom Morrison

evergreen/deciduous

Our love isn't a sweeping declaration of eternal love,

or a promise to disappear into a life of never-ending sacrifice.

It’s presence.

It’s our willingness to sink deep into our valleys and walk together in our shadows,

to show up for each other’s brightness and remain us:

the sun to my moon,

the pine to my sycamore.



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