Now these states are separate. But once they were part of the same large region that stretched from the ocean to the "first west." One were their hills and valleys, one their rivers and streams. The mountain range that divides them was shared.
Yesterday I drove the back roads of the Bluegrass, hopping out of the car often to stick my camera between gate bars, snap photographs and, sometimes, just to sigh.
Once these two places, these two important places, these two poles of my heart — once they were one.