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I’ve lived in Utah a long time. At first, I saw it only as temporary—a pitstop where I stumbled into adulthood. Then pain arrived, and I turned against the place. It became an obligation. It was just a few years ago I woke up, tired of the weight. So I decided to own it.

I live here.

And suddenly my eyes opened to beauty that had been waiting all along. I just couldn’t see it—like light that was always there, falling on mountains I’d stopped looking at.

I’m grateful I see it now.