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Bloody Mary Breakfast

11 am Bloody Mary breakfast in Portland, Oregon. It had been a long night.

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By saralinneahelen • Posted in Travel • Tagged bloodymary, drink, oregon, Party, portland, Travel, travelamerica, travelphotography, USA, Wanderlust

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Two seasons colliding at Two Jack Lake, two weeks back - a place of undeniable beauty that’s been photographed approximately 500 gazillion times. I often wonder what it felt like to stand by these tourist hotspots alone in silence, before the bus loads of people started arriving. Or even back before roads, when indigenous people still called these woods home, and respected them for their sacredness. Time changes everything, but we’re speeding it up like never before.

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