When I reached Portland, I was lucky enough to find a samba community
that took me in and let me get my samba fix.
They also happened to be on the cusp of a new online existence, and I
jumped in as the resident writer, or 'textafarian', as I came to be known.
The bare bones were there. It was a case of editing and reshuffling to make it
slick and suitable for online reading.
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