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Blessed


Ten years ago, I met you. One year ago I moved to be apart of you. Afraid of what could be. Now to reflect on the love and growth the hills brought to me. Treasuring the good, learning from the not so good. I could not be more thankful for every piece of this journey. Each day I learn something. Blessings linger in the shaded horizon. It's there that my soul becomes still. For it loves these blessed hills. 🏞


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