Appalachia

is a cruel and enchanting land of snapping winds and tin chimneys, where streams run like threads and morning mist scrims the hollows.

Appalachia is a cruel and enchanting land of snapping winds and tin chimneys. Streams run like threads; morning mist scrims the hollows. Eyes peek from behind curtains and home-for-sale signs linger on lawns for years. The unions are broken and gone, and the coal trains that once shook the dawn no longer run to the steel mills of Pittsburgh and Bethlehem, Pa. Coal has succumbed to decades of globalization, mechanization and other factors that have turned men to fits and women to prayer.

is a place where eyes peek from behind curtains and home-for-sale signs linger on lawns for years.

Jeffrey Fleishman

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