When it snows in Portland, everything comes to a halt. Cars and bikes and pedestrians slow down; everything feels like it’s on hold. Speaking of which, it’s the perfect time to browse the library catalogue…
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When it snows in Portland, everything comes to a halt. Cars and bikes and pedestrians slow down; everything feels like it’s on hold. Speaking of which, it’s the perfect time to browse the library catalogue…