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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Visiting my grandfather in North Carolina was nothing short of a civic wonderland. Before my feet had even crossed the flaxen welcome mat, I was being ordered, per our routine, to list each U.S. state and capital in alphabetical order. &#8220;Let&#8217;s hear it, Cheyenne&#8230;&#8221; he would govern. And, like a soldier appeasing her Lieutenant, I began to rattle names off. &#8220;Alabama, Montgomery. Alaska, Juneau. Arizona…Phoenix.&#8221; “Go on…” &#8220;Arkansas, Little Rock. California, Sacramento. Colorado&#8230;Denver.&#8221; “Good.&#8221; Though granddad&#8217;s figure was long and weathered, his mind was unrivaled. To me, he stood something like the old redwood trees in Downtown Cary, tall and</p>
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