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The Burrow

17 felt like a secret treehouse—tucked high above the hum of the city, wrapped in green, and breathing with its own quiet rhythm. From there, one could almost believe they were floating upon a lake of leaves. It was lush and loamy, touched with mischief. A place not for performance, but for surrender—rituals whispered, laughter shared, secrets kept. ¹

And so entered Peter Rabbit—the slyest of them all. Georgia, that fertile land, harbors four native hares: the eastern cottontail, swamp rabbit, marsh rabbit, and Appalachian cottontail. From their soft-footed lineage came the spirit of our lounge—part folklore, part fable, wholly alive.²


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On the Nature of Rabbit Ears (1921)
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Field Notes on Mischief, Vol. 1 

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