It's fall in Oregon. Well, it's fall everywhere north of the equator, of course, but it's really fall in Oregon. I really, really love autumn in Oregon. Everything about them: the rain, the smell of dead leaves, the color, the sound of tires on wet pavement. It seems ridiculous to be missing the rain when I live in what is commonly considered paradise, but there you have it. I miss home.
This church is about fifteen minutes away from my college. I drove past it every day. My life was really hard.
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