a sense of place
driving home realizing
this
this, very specifically, is Kentucky
acres, miles
farmland
horses grazing
cows roaming
fences of wood, well kept
stones piled in an organized fashion, firm as years roll by
if I lived near the coast, I would want to see the water, regularly
not let days go by without the sound of the ocean
just the same, I allow myself a daily journey
green ground, blue skies, winding road
a sense of place, oh so valuable
healing I did not realize I needed
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Loved the last line!