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So many thoughts, sights, (and) smells take us there… Home.  Ask ten people and they will probably tell you ten different definitions: The smell of baking bread… The sound of a beloved laugh… The sight of white wicker on a wrap-around porch… A favorite flower in bloom… But for me, it is a location… it’s a draw so strong as to make me willing to pack up belongings from a cherished bay view bungalow and trade the loving memories of long acquired friends for a chance to create new ones with long missed family… leave the beloved smell of salt air so to experience the mist of a chilly mountain morning. So it was that with my back to the sun and carefully packed belongings to assist in my quest, I have traveled hundreds of miles to be embraced by my mama’s mountains, and in doing so hear her whisper…

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