Dear Ellen,
What are the places that you hold most dear? If all the sudden you found yourself up and living on a different continent, with no plans or hopes of getting back to the settings that you had known as your home, which snapshots would your mind would try and hold onto? Would they be the places you shared time with friends or lovers? Would they be places you remember from when you were a little girl? Or would they just be the random places that stuck in your head for some odd reason? And, if they were just random places, why did your mind pick those places instead of another field you saw a mile or two down the road?
-Linda, sitting beside a railroad track in Vesuvius, Virginia