Weather In My Ribs: The Distance We Carry

I’ve written before about really loving the community in which I live. I’m lucky to live where I do. I moved up in 2012, but my history with the place actually goes back further. It’s back a few generations from when my grandmother first arrived, to when my father left and headed south, to when I moved back up for work.

I never expected to end up where I did, but I’m so glad I did.

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