Marriage to the Mountains

Vows to My Home

By Calista Marchand-NazzaroPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Together, we do.

Until the last maple falls,

My home is in you.

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Calista Marchand-Nazzaro

Always learning and always evolving. I’m a creative, an idea person, a thinker, a dreamer, and working on being a doer. Many interests. Varied content. Food. Sustainability. Comedy. Poetry. Music.

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