Less than a week left in this sleepy little town nestled in the heart of Appalachia. This place has taught me that there are few problems in life that can't be fixed with a good night's sleep, subsequently waking up to a view of sun-dappled trees, a nice hot shower, and spending an entire evening reading Brahms and Dvorak chamber music until you can no longer keep your eyes open.
I realize this statement is naive and grossly erroneous. So what, so I lead a sheltered life. Sue me.
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