Sunday, July 28, 2013

Longing for Home








Don't get me wrong, I love this little space we have here in the city. But I know that a part of me is not here. It's out there, rolling along the hills, twisted in the barbed wire, or stuck in the sagebrush. We took a Sunday drive into the country and I felt whole. My heart beat a little faster, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. That's when I know that I am home.

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