As I sweep my floors and listen to Dixie Chicks this morning I am almost transported back to Georgia. I can see my linoleum in my old kitchen, smell the fresh, Georgia Fall air wafting through the screens and mixing with smells of chocolate chip pumpkin bread baking. I can practically feel through this overcast Oregon morning the light reflected down from clear, cloudless, blue, Southern skies. I have missed so many things about the South. Things that at one point I almost had to put out of my mind so that I could embrace my present. But knowing that we will be back in Georgia this Fall fills my heart with a slice of home like you can't imagine.
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