26
Jul
10

my mountains

 

 

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. ~ Pablo Neruda 

 

I’ve spent many days the last month going home. Home to my mountains.

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