There’s an internal migration. The American Romes crumble in the face of changing economic and sociopolitical tides. We are dividing ourselves in the pursuit of cultural congeniality. We’d rather cover our faces and plug our ears to any dissenting opinion or false idol of morality. We are no longer one unified country but one gerrymandered by any characteristic deemed different than those we wish to pursue. Are liberal, free-thinking communities really as open-minded as they claim? Maybe back wood haunts and conservative strongholds are no longer the closed-off meccas of ignorance and hate many believe them to be? The deck is reshuffling and among the redistricted ruins is Sadler, capturing the dynamism of a country that is ripping itself apart just to sew its bare threads back together. Doomsdayers and eternal optimists out of syncopation and yet in total harmony. We’re all running from each other, back into each other’s embrace. We can keep building walls and stacking rules but yet we bring the sledgehammer to them all in the end. In division we find unity, a trait that is not lost on Sadler and its opposites-attract philosophy.
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