{Last summer, headed to our beloved Arkansas!}
Dear Arkansas,
Do you think of me as much as I think of you?
Could you bring some of that snow down to here?
Thank you for being a safe place to land, a place for me to find healing.
Could you work on a train that connects us quicker?
As a pastor's kid turned pastors wife, thank you for being my constant home for 8 years (the longest I've lived anywhere!)
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