By Lisa Hering, February 2, 2020 (02/02/2020)

Sedona, the Southwest, the Canyons, the Ravens, oh how I love them. This is what I labored for since my earliest youth. Here I knew no greater joy. But now I must leave. The recession has taken it back. My tears are like the rain that fills my house and washes me away, away through a town I no longer belong to, a town filled with my tears. But once the rain washes me down a vortex, I can start anew on a blank map to somewhere, the same map we all fall onto when we transition from one world to another.

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