Fear, the stench of death, bones, skulls, weird tales, no sun, brief cold, glimpses of imaginary movement. Raised hair, quick jerk, footprints, visions, beasts and non forgiveness of spirits of the mind!
Your generally fishing Spring Creek!
Appalachia, non sense. Pure at heart, pure to a freedom, un lifted by today. Passed by tomorrow!. Skills polished, woodmanship, outdoor skills, a still, a banjo, a tale, a wink, a smile, vittles, a snake, lore, a cure, hemlock and a tea!
Smooth smoke, warm fire, stuffed mattress, kiln dried, cold tempered, justified, diverse, occassional, deliberate, flowers, sticks and a big Horray!
Love those people, Kind of like Amish, not give up without a "Big Fight". You can get some of this by reading the campfire books.
Silent batch, builds small homes, teaches music, lore, hardware and handware! packs a year a head, keeps ammo close and foriegners distant!
I'll have one, as they reach under the counter! Rolling Thunder, i call it. Party is about to begin!
No-- not this is to be afraid of--your brother, cousin, father and friends are more of a concern.
That stench of animals trapped, shot, in your dish. Better than beef! I thank the will of Gods, for the Hillbillies.
Fear, you bring on by yourself. Keep it home, No show off here. Just a pure adventure of today. Keep em, give to a needed one.
I am quite disturbed, the term Appallachia was used. I generally refer to, Brothers and sisters.
Do not ever forget it.
Some gave and others gave all! Lots of families left go for progress. the expendables. The real fruit of the womb!
Guess you rubbed me and a culture, a little different. My culture is Hippie, theirs -----right.
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