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Long black outweigh, change me on.

If you've ever seen me in person, you might guess that I only hike out of love.

If you've been listening to my podcast over the last few years,

you'll know that I do a fair amount of hiking in spite of that.

The more frustrated I became with the lack of injustice for these women,

and the more helpless I began to feel,

the more I looked for ways to memorialize them in the public imagination.

The same public by which they had been discarded,

and from which they had disappeared more than 30 years ago.

The best thing that I could think of at that time was to simply mark the locations of their bodies,

the place along the interstate where they were discovered, following their murders.

The shape I chose for these markers is a traditional one, the cross,

which has significance to me for reasons I won't get into.

The color of these crosses is red for the red-headed women they represent,

but red is also the color of guilt, and of course, the color of blood.

There are six of these crosses now, dotting the interstate 40 corridor,

in another of I-70 in West Virginia,

and if you've listened to my podcast in the past,

you've probably heard me huffing and puffing on my way to each one of them.

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