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My roots worm down deep and hold snug to country soil – a small town tucked into the heart of the Bluegrass – Cynthiana, Kentucky. I found myself between the tall rows of tobacco – a girl becoming a woman – watching other girls spring up and sprout out around me – wondering when I'd catch up. Born in Frankfort, we moved when I was five – after Grandad found peace from his cancer and Grandma moved to town. My folks brought us back to their hometown to grow up in a house built by Whitaker sweat. And my becoming began... |
