A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.

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There is a need to discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.

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There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.

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