"One, two, she’s under you. Three, four, don’t touch the floor. Five, six, the rot still sticks. Seven, eight, don’t open the gate. Nine, ten, she walks again."
~Kids singing around Ruin
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Welcome to Ruin Holler, if you’re the sort who loves spinning stories 'round a good fire, welcome home. We’re just a tangle of folks makin’ mischief and meaning in a world stitched from dreams and old dirt. If that calls to you—don’t matter where else you roam—pull up a chair. We’ve been waitin’.