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January 24, 2016

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shoney

What a wonderful blog.
What if more than one place grips your heart and imagination?

Furry Gnome

I understand completely!

Jennifer Woodhull

As I write this, I have a view over False Bay on the east coast of the Cape Peninsula, frequently referred to as one of the most beautiful places in the world. It's an almost windless summer day; this morning I took a fine walk on the beach. But my heart yearns for the Colorado mountains——even covered with snow, in the middle of winter. I grew up in Cape Town; I have black-and-white photos of myself as a child right outside the building where I now live. So I figure it's got to be karmic. What else could explain the fact that nowhere feels like home as much as the little mountain village of Jamestown, Colorado?

Kathy Kaiser

Jennifer, it's more than beauty, isn't it? Karmic maybe. I don't know how to explain it either. And Shoney, I agree that more than one place can have that effect. The first time I went to England, I felt totally at home in that landscape.

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