Daddy's favorite view of Biltmore. I have stood at this very
spot many times, and in many seasons of my life. But today is the first day
I've summoned the courage to visit post-Helene.
The nearby French Broad River, having carved new banks in the flood, is a
little broader these days. And the trees are bare ... but aren't they always at
this time of year? The ducks are quietly paddling around and the Canada Geese
are noisily honking - as always.
Nature allows itself to heal itself.
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