What is so amazing about Asheville is the people, many who came from farms and factories to become a people so strong and yet so tender.
When I was 6, my father became disabled, starting 40 years of when he said his legs felt like sticks. When I was 10, he crawled to bed - with a smile on his face. And in the morning he arose with pure joy bubbling over.
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