It’s on top of the beautiful and majestically rugged mountain peaks of north Idaho, on the shores of a foreign and familiar tropical beach, riding horseback in wheat fields of the little valley I grew up in, in the simplistic lifestyle of a poor Russian village…. Isn’t it nice to know that the feeling of home doesn’t have to be a static place, It’s nowhere and everywhere. I’ve left little pieces of my heart In many places which sprouted and grew into my querencia.

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