let's move to the mountians, vacate the buzz of everyday life, build a humble log cabin in the middle of the woods, and live off the land, we can tell folk stories to the locals about city life, learn to play the jaw harp, and develop a twang, distill our own moonshine and get raging drunk around a fire in the bitter cold, raise a couple of barefoot bluegrass children who swim in the creek and catch butterflies in nets, imagination runs wild.
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