The west is calling my name again, this time with more clarity. Why I left that part of the United States, I don't know. I do know that I really wanted to get a shot like this before I left Florida. Winter is the only time of year I can see the moon over this lake I call home. It's also the only time to not get eaten alive by biting bugs anytime I dare walk out of my home. The winter is tolerable but the mountains are where my soul longs to live. I am still here. The blog lives. Stay tuned.
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