We met, we lived, and dear we loved,
then comes that fatal day,
the love that felt so dear
fades far away.
-- At a gas station in Oak Hill, West Virginia, the driver, after finding him dead, found this on a slip of paper clutched in his hand.
[from Kevin C. Stewart, "Silenced", in Appalachian Heritage 35:4 (Fall 2007) 78.]
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