My mind had begun to sink into the place. This was a feeling. It had grown into me from what I had learned at my work and all that I had heard from…[those] who were the community’s rememberers, and from what I remembered myself. The feeling was that I could not be extracted from Port William like a pit from a plumb, and that it could not be extracted from me; even death could not set it and me apart. …………….

There are moments when the heart is generous, and then it knows that for better or worse our lives are woven together here, one with one another and with the place and all the living things. 

Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow

My Homeplace - Dublin, Virginia