Back to the place that raised me
back to the land I love
to the mountains that cradled me since birth
to the waters that ushered me to adulthood
where the Atlantic stretches her arm deep into the Valley
the mighty Hudson, with its mysterious tides and suffering sands
I hear the gentle whispers of the Shawangunks beckoning me home
a sigh of relief to be known
accepting me as I am
I go to her.
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