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We loaded up the truck and headed to Franklinton this morning to spend the day with family giving thanks and to visit my mom’s grave and change her flowers to winter peonies from the faded sunflowers that have been there since Mother’s Day. Part of me was born from that land – the summers spent at my grandmother’s digging through the hay in the barn, washing horses with Prell shampoo, picking watermelons out of the…