It is late October in the hills of Appalachia and you are walking along the banks of Rock Creek as Autumn's palette of colors drift lazily to the forest floor. It has rained the night before and the petrichor rises up from the ground to captivate your nose with the fragrance of earth of richness and off in the distance, the remnants of woodsmoke mingles along the creekbanks engulfing you in the spirit of these Appalachian Hills.

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