In the Blood


I love the beach. The giant waves and soft sand between my toes bring me peace.  But the mountains feel like home. Perhaps it’s in my blood. My daddy called the mountains his home. His daddy and his daddy’s daddy were all mountain men.  I can picture myself, shoeless, traipsing down a dusty, country lane with the lush green forest at my side and the smoky, hazy, blue mountains nestled in the distance, melting into the expanse of the big blue sky.  Country roads…


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