goodbyes: part what utah means to me.

since i was little, provo meant visiting my grandma, the nan. it’s been such a blessing to be near her the last four years and learn from her and love who she is. plus she has always been more than eager to feed me and let me watch movies, which is always a major plus in my book.
 i love the nan. and jesus.
when i was in california last summer i realized how much i loved and missed the mountains. so on the way to st george i may have remembered i was moving to a flat city and turned into a psycho mountain picture taker. maybe.
 last look at the y.
yay mountains.

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