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Sunday morning in Portland<\/a>, a light but steady rain was falling. I had a few hours to kill before heading to the airport, so I tried to see what I could do downtown that would be inside.<\/p>\n\n

Powell’s City of Books.<\/a>\u00a0Covering a city block and only a few minutes from my location, it seemed ideal. Upon entering though, it was more than ideal.<\/p>\n

It was a dream. I was smell bound.<\/p>\n

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Simple wooden shelves housing countless stories from ceiling to floor. I was wonderfully trapped in a world of limitless imagination, wonder and history.<\/p>\n

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I wander up and down every aisle, every floor, every section, taking it all in. I was reunited with an old friend. The feel of the paper was electric on my fingers.<\/p>\n

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Powell’s also houses some great works of art in the empty spaces on walls that shelves couldn’t be placed. One could sit on a comfortable bench and read under the artwork, or just stare into the painting….<\/p>\n

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They also have quite the collection of typewriter’s, all of which are now antique items. To the younger people in the bookstore, these were quite the spectacle to see ( Daddy, what is that?).<\/p>\n

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Like a needle in the hay, I finally find a book just for me. Making my way to the coffee shop in the store, I open my new purchase while the rain continues to fall, ever so lightly but steadily, onto the streets outside.<\/p>\n\n\n

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