It's A Small World After All

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This husband and I…

Hiked at Guadelupe Park…in search of the elusive armadillo…the trails weaving through brush…around large rocks…

Heard a rustle…a man emerging around a bend…a young man…a big man…always get a little wary…meeting a stranger out in the bush…

So remote…isolated…the ninja skills kinda rusty…step aside to let him pass…say hello as he does…and then…he stops…

Are you from Iowa…he asks…pointing to the hat on that husband of mine…and that’s when things…took a turn…cuz so was he…and guess what else…

He grew up in New Town…his mom owned a sewing shop…still lives there…he moved to San Antonio for the service…and decided to stay…

And so it is…this world of ours…so big…yet so small…so small in fact…some 1042 miles away…on a trail in the middle of nowhere…instead of armadillos…you just happen to find…

A little bit of home…
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And that happy hiker we met…most likely…agrees…