Tennessee Valley is my heart place. It’s a 2-mile walk along a popular fire road to get to Tennessee Valley Beach, but if I go around dusk, it’s just me and the bunnies and coyotes and owls and a few other intrepid gypsies buried in their own hoods and scarves. We generally ignore each other, because we know why we are there. To think. Alone.
Once I get there, I can see, hear and smell the sea as it crawls its way up the sand. But more than anything, I can feel it. It brings me home.
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