Yawn

crossing the Hawthorne Bridge. Portland, OR

crossing the Hawthorne Bridge. Portland, OR

The sky yawns in great golden gulps

as it greets the day in its sleepy way.

Good morning. You can start fresh. This day is new.

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    • Hi! Thanks for stopping by! That is an excellent question and I don’t know the answer to that. I assumed that they were named as they are, considering that both words come from indigenous origin. I poked around a bit online but couldn’t find a history of its naming. Do you know?

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