I remember southern Utah as one of the most beautiful places.
There was a cleansing weeping wall in Zion.
It was a warm day and the water on my head was a welcome relief from the heat.
Oh, to be back there and away from the pressures of job hunting and finding home in a new-old place.
Here’s what I know to be true: it’s remarkable that we got to take that journey at all, nostalgia can be a positive thing, and daily adventure can continue with a bit of work.
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