This Is The Place

By Ellen Jayne | The sunset shimmered its last pinkish-orange breath of the hazy evening as my mom announced, “This is the place,” as we descended into the valley of twinkling lights. Snow was still glimmering on the mountainside as the day began to wind down. I was as excited as I was anxious about what lied ahead.

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