|14 years and counting.|
|Eleanor the Cat's gift.|
|At Brake's Cove on a gusty day.|
But then, this summer, I felt it again. This place is the place I was meant to live in. It is in my bones and every cell in my body. The weather, the landscape, the people. Mine. I don't want to leave. I have that feeling like I am being torn from my mother's breast.
|Aaron's Arm hiking trail, Burgeo.|
|Mad new skillz.|
Listen and follow.