[it's fall in the High Country with mountain cider, German-chocolate fudge, and ice cream chillier than the crisp outdoors air. --in downtown Blowing Rock, lying on a quilt in the warm sunshine and looking up through breezy branches and oranging leaves to the blue sky; remembering and dreaming, and living right then in the beautiful moment; and suddenly in a windy rush, whirling down the mountain talking sunnily about America.]
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