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The South. Definition: [the area that] constitutes a large distinctive region in the southeastern and south-central United States, which has developed its own customs, literature, musical styles, and varied cuisines that have profoundly shaped traditional American culture.
There’s a place in the world where rolling green pastures border a winding country road on either side, where horses gallop alongside their foals to the fences that border the farms. There’s a place where dry-stacked stone fences edge a pathway shadowed by the hanging branches of the tall oak trees overhead, where the sunlight glints in the space left free by branches and leaves, forming a patchwork on the mossy ground beneath. There’s a place where the wild beauty of nature meets manicured and well-tamed farms, where the cool clear water of a creek winds its way by an apple orchard, where green apples cling to gnarled branches, waiting expectantly for fall. I love this place...no matter where life takes me, I know that Kentucky will always be a part of me.
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It’s horse racing. It’s cowboy boots. It’s sweet tea. It’s flowered dresses. It’s Wildcat Basketball.
Welcome to my home. Welcome to
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