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Those 80 mph midnights on I-90...

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I dream of St. Regis trout ...

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Thank you for the restack, Leslie.

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Awesome

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Thank you

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Great work!

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Thank you!

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This post has me imagining a life I’ve never lived. One far away from where I am now

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Thanks for reading

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I want to be in that poem. You set the scene so well.

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Thanks Stan, i can picture you in it.

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Love it!

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Thanks!

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Bravo. I love this.

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Thanks Mathew -- one of the first things I wrote when I got started with Substack.

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Montana (and big, wide-open places in general) make me feel this way too! That particular heart-yearning as you’re reminded of a life you’ve never lived. There’s probably an evocative Japanese word for that feeling. :)

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Thanks, Rebecca. If there’s not a word for it, one may need to be coined!

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I was born in Montana! It’s my home although I live in California now, but we’re I live here in the Sierra Nevada foothills reminds me so much of home. Thank you so much for sharing. You nailed Montana 🏔♥️

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Thank you 🙏

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Having grown up in Montana, I can testify that "The landscape swallows you up at any speed" catches the essence of the Big Sky Country perfectly.

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To quote Wild Bill Hickok: I’m much obliged, Montana. (Deadwood)

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