there's a spot in the smokey mountains where we always seem to find ourselves. we drive for hours through the windy roads, stopping every few miles, yet we always ends up here. we dipped our toes in the cold river water, talked about bringing our babies here some day, and snacked while skipping rocks across the water. afterwards, we napped in the hammock while the sun hid behind the trees. a memory for the books. 

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