We had finally arrived in my hometown. How sweet it was to read the letters upon the stone slab. C - o - n - n - l - a. The town was still asleep and only a few locals were stretching their limbs and taking in the fresh morning air. Although it was a poor and humble town, it was still my home, where I was born and thus the most beautiful place in my eyes. H O M E   >   S T O R I E S   >   H O R S E R I D E