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I have written a little bit about my love for these mountains, about my fond – and not so fond – memories living deep in the holler. The place where I grew up was an offshoot of an area called Demory Hollow. At one point in time, Demory was aContinue Reading

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He presses down the pedal as he hastens through the holler, screeching around swerving curves before They take the Valiant like they took the old Fury and the houses on Job Street, on Love Street, and Food Street. Daddy yaks Valiant and Vietnam. Mama answers so and so. Little BrotherContinue Reading