Life is beautiful long and short. Yes both. I was "created" in the mtns. Born on the beach. Ran through sprinklers, chased childhood dreams, tried to swing to the sun in the palm trees. I tasted the beginning of independence in the hills of the sun and then I came back to the mountains where my heart has always considered my home. The second I see the grade there's this amazing feeling I always get. I love my state. I always have. I've played in colorful leaves, ran under waterfalls, gone to church, sled down hills, had picnics and loved more deeply in the mtns then anywhere on earth - and my heart has also hurt more deeply. I want to see the world but at the end of the trips I want to come back to my mtns. There's a lot of changes in the making and I'm not sure where my next adventure will be but I know where I will end up again - home to my mountains.
So my house is here in the town where hopefully someday I find a home or make one.
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