These Mountains Always Call Me Back 


  

There is never a day that I don’t wish I was in the Blueridge Mountains drinking coffee and chasing sunsets. They are a treasury of some of my greatest memories. There are trees there that still whisper of campfire songs and nights of endless laughter.

I feel more at home there than anywhere else in this world.

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