I didn't want to move, anymore. I didn't want to leave the hills and hollows and the house that I had known most all my life. I didn't want to move and leave my little brother, Jr. asleep in the graveyard.
I have lived in Ft. Myers, Florida and have picked oranges right off the trees. I have smelled the orange blossoms and gone all winter without putting on a coat. But I have never moved away from home, because home is where the heart is and my heart has always been there with my mama and the little house on Chastain Hill.
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