the new appalachia
lulled to that almost sleep by mr. johnny cash, I found myself following the new river north, along that crooked line upon which roads were never meant to be built. remembering the fledgling neo-appalachian groups, putting the Pal in Appalachia. Holding onto the unassuming land, a one McAfee's Knob holds no one destination, nothing alarming, volatile, and snow-capped to demand your attention. Blue mountains, nothing else. Missing the honeysuckle, mimosa, cicada, lightning bugs that make the ridge explode post-midnight....and i think that's as far as I can allow myself to go tonight.
posted by jessica @ 7:16 PM
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