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you know Oh, Appalachia, oh mother, who has filled our heads and hearts with maps and legends to keep us on the straight and narrow.

Iron-edged truth wrapped in the softness of your stories,

teaching us the lessons that keep us safe, both feet on the path.

One in front of the other, eyes locked, never once looking off into the trees, never following that voice

calling from the throat of night.

We have learned so much from what you have spun for us, O teller of tails and weaver of

endless yarns, we have grown tall in the shade of the green and are eager to be fed.

But we know there is much more to learn.

Take us off the milk and put us on to the meat so that we might hear true and be stronger for it.

Let us wander now, the stacks of that labyrinthine library held in the minds and tongues of our

memos and mammas, our papaws, and daddies.

Let us sneak into the deepest root cellar where the stories our youngest uncle told us when

nobody else would are stacked like jars of pickled gossip.

Let us gather now and speak the bones of those stories best left unspoken into the thick air of

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