It is as Uzbek used to say:
That the guest is the first person in the home
Kind and trusting becomes the root of their fragrance
And that scent reaches the clouds
The same clouds deliver it even to the South
Easy to open,
As in the opening up the maze of novelty
And the jungle of knowing and revealing.
A handful of friendship seeds casted
And the sprouts of trust growing
In the field of Oregon's fertile lands
At my favourite Pondering spot
Downtown Portland
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