Half of my heart is here with me,
the other half’s in the hills.
I’m not ashamed of where I’m from.
I carry them in me –
my mountains, my people,
those places and faces
and powerful memories.
See, you can take the girl out,
but she’ll come home
whenever that strong heart wills.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Love your poem and message. 🌄
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Thank you! It makes me happy to hear that! 🙂
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Can feel the nostalgia in this.
Lovely. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Another winning combinations of image and words!
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Thank you!! 🙂
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so beautiful!💖
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Thank you!
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Wonderful post Katie.
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Thank you!
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Thanks for sharing…
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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you’re welcome…
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