Wherever I am, wherever my feet are planted, that is where I will make my life. I won't withdraw or put up walls. Every day is a treasure, every chance meeting a gift, and I will treat them as such until at last, my Woodlands heart finds its way home.

A Woodlands Heart always finds its way home.

I'm still as stone, arms wrapped around myself to hold my breaking heart in. These stories always end the same way.