As the road twisted and turned while rising up through the elevation of the tree-smothered mountain, I slowed the car and looked at the place so dear to my family. It is a place where faith and calloused hands fought poverty, and poverty gave birth to dreams and eventual escape. My ancestors sowed there, so we could reap abundantly elsewhere.
Ronda Rich: Holding onto the memories of Nimblewill
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