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Fort Fisher

I’ve always been drawn to the places that raised me. I don’t apologize for the bias—I couldn’t shake it if I tried. It’s part of who I am, stitched into my bones like marsh grass along the coast. We hold tight to what we know best: the land, the people, the old stories. That kind of connection runs deep. Maybe that’s why Fort Fisher keeps calling me back.

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