Lily and Myrine had been so enthusiastic about Portlandia and her pageant that Diana decided to go a little out of her way to see the thing on the way home. As she rode up Fifth with the statue ahead illuminated in front of its postmodern pastel backdrop, Diana was more impressed than she'd expected to be. She stopped her bike across from Portlandia and looked up at the figure glowing reddish-gold in the night. The facial expression was a bit on the inflexible side, but what could you expect from a lady of copper? Diana liked her. She would make a good mascot. The huge hand reaching down so generously seemed to be offering assurance that things would work out somehow--however bad they seemed at the moment.
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