Smoky Mountains


In the clouds

Creeping over the green mounds

Dusted with red frosted leaves

History etched deep in the trails

Surrounding clear blue lakes

Georgian mansions converted for tourists

Cabins for authentic experience

Southern drawl and true hospitality

Litters stereotypically scattered towns

Struggling for a living alongside the super rich

But everyday the clouds still creep

Over the green mounds

And human life continues to make history

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I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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