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The Mountains Within Us


We think of landscapes as external to us. They also live within us, make inroads that we revisit in solitude. They comfort us and give us a sense of place, a sense of home, even when that home is not where we’re from.

The Pacific North West isn't where I'm from. Moving to Seattle after devastating fires in Australia, the cool, dampness was a salve.

It's part of the reason the landscape embedded itself within me. It's why there's mountains in my heart and rivers tumbling in my ears as I lay in bed late at night. It's the otherness of the Pacific North West that has wedged itself inside me.


When you have a landscape inside yourself, you have to return to that landscape again and again, to fit the two halves together, the one within and the one without.


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