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they lived among these hills
in a house small and grey-weathered sturdy buckets fetched water Big Creek flowed on past purple hull peas and sweet potatoes kitchen full of warm scents long gone by chipped plates with pink roses thump of mud-caked boots sweet tea on a muggy night they lived among these hills laughed and cried and dreamed i never met them yet their blood flows in me today
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