there is a cabin in the mountains that my grandfather built years ago, when my mother was small. today, it is a haven, a retreat from the heat of summer and rush of the world. during our short visit to utah, we escaped the valley and headed to the forest, wrapped ourselves in thick blankets and ate apples & cheese. together, my family, new and old, enjoyed the walls and windows of the cabin, of a place that will always be ours, always be home.
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