A couple of months ago, I was visiting family in the Appalachian foothills of North Georgia. My sister and I went out for dinner in the town of Clarkesville. Before we went to the restaurant, she wanted to take me to see something in the old cemetery in the center of town. We walked past uneven rows and broken markers from burials almost two hundred years old. We came up to one headstone she…

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