First she dreamed it. A life where the air was clean and the ground itself welcomed her. Then she took action. There was a a wee decades-long time gap in between those things. But the moment she stood amongst her beloved mountains, home at last... the gap was blotted out, not even a memory remained.
You'll know when you find it. It is yours - and no one can take it from you.
Oh java dear.... those are not dark stains you leave on my table. They are imprints on my soul.
