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ForkLIFT

By SUSAN POWELL

No traffic lights. No traffic.

Country diners, great pancakes, barbeque and fried chicken.

Merchants that offer beautiful things, with an indelible experience and maybe even a song.

A tiny general store where you can pick up the basics, yummy banana pudding with real vanilla wafers.

Movie nights at the Lawnchair Theater. The sounds of songs as they were meant to be heard, by the artists who melded the music and lyrics together.

Then, a bend in the road with worn red fence posts wrapping the landscape to contain all the ducks, geese, turkeys, cows and alpacas.

There are a lot of artistic vibes here. From iron welders to painters, from actors to singers, and from songwriters to storytellers, there is a muse that resides in Leiper’s Fork for all artists – occasional and otherwise.

It’s impossible not to momentarily dwell in the art within us when visiting the Fork.

There is a comfort. An inspiration. A nurturing of the soul that beckons the softer side to come out and play. That side that shows up with an unwitting smile, the most genuine laugh, and an overall relaxing of the spirit, catching you just a bit off-guard.

Maybe it’s Leiper’s Fork that provides the lift. More likely, it’s the friends that you will find when you follow that bend in the road to Journey’s End.

Artists are drawn here, and sometimes, the art is friendship well done.

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