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Appalachian storytellers roll language into the still air as though their tongues are wrapped ’round a boulder of ‘baca
A lilting, a tilting, an unobstructed, obstructed flow of rhythm rounding the curve of the river
Up the mountain marching, slidin’ down into the holler, then blowin’ ’round the bend with laughter
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.
A girl and her adventures
The Power of Story
"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3