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I will have been in my house one month on Monday and this is my first morning where I stopped, got dressed up warm, and sat on my bench on the bluff and watched the sunrise. This feels like a turning point in the saga that has been moving that began in March. Let me put it this way: I will happily die here, for the beauty absolutely, but also to never ever move again. 😆 [Alt Text: The foreground is still in shadows but shows a woodsy landscape and a cedar bench sitting on the bluff looking out through still black scraggy trees, over the river and at the snow-covered mountain that is pink from the sunrise.