I met people when we lived down in Raleigh who'd ask where I grew up, and I'd say about two hours west of Asheville, and they'd say they didn't know there was any North Carolina two hours west of Asheville. It was in many ways an isolated place.
The industry is becoming very ready for animal identification.
The real romantics imagine greying and sagging and wrinkling as the deepening of something sacred.
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