A long way from home
rainy mountains holding her soul
waiting for her to come back
but her bare feet are held by sand
and warm gulf waters
She thinks this is her life
a crazy cat lady in the suburbs
watched over by palm trees
But always
always
the mountains whisper
Come home little girl
come home
we’re waiting
StoryGirl 
Mountains and rain are still here, waiting for you. Come see me anytime. I’d love it x
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