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“A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.” – Isadora James
I made my way up the path of my childhood home. On Sunday nights, no matter where we were, if we were in Honey Mountain, we attended family dinner. The crisp fall air surrounded me, and I was thankful that I’d pulled out my warmest down jacket this morning. I loved that the mountains were in view here no matter where you were. Honey Mountain was a small town right on the border of Nevada and California, and it surrounded a giant lake which was a huge tourist attraction. But it was the tall peaks that I was most drawn to.