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I think the skies in Louisiana are maybe the prettiest I've ever seen.
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Phoenix's sunsets are beautiful as well,
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but for the rest of the day the skies are just a pale blue,
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which isn't that interesting.
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But here, they're a dynamic canvas:
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clouds move and morph with the fluidity of emotion,
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breezes play with each other like waves in a surf,
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the blue backdrop is somehow deeper, a richer tapestry.
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Plus it's not quite as hot as in Phoenix,
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though it still does get <em>quite hot</em>,
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and the people are more ... <em>so</em>.
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I'm not sure how else to put it.
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The one thing I miss in this state is the mountains from back home.
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I would give anything for them;
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they are an indelible part of me
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and my very being aches with loss every time I go home
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and see them again
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and am reminded how they are.
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I wonder, sometimes, about my childrens' relationships
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with the land.
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If they grow up here,
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and move to the mountains,
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will they miss the lowlands of <em>their</em> youth?
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How strange they will be to me then.
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And how strange will I be to them.
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