When someone moves away, it becomes their fresh start, their blank slate.

Missouri taught me to appreciate nature beyond my favorite big wide open skies of Texas. 

Missouri rooted rolling hills, old timey farms adorned with hay bales, Ozarks and glistening streams. 

In ways, I miss my MO. That time will never come again; it was fleeting. Gone in a snap. 

Now, what if there was a place on Earth where friends of all states lived all together and brought their nature with them. 

That would be lovely. 


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