we drove to our parents' house yesterday morning, and through the leg of the trip that i use to call "the mountains,"we rolled our windows down and turned up the string cheese cd that had been playing in the background of our conversing. we stopped under the bridge. that water makes my soul smile, and when crossing the river i am always reminded that i am home. but it also made me miss chuck, my "newer" home, for he has more love reserved for ozark waters than any outdoor enthusiast than i have ever known!
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