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The Hills are Alive, essay by Anna Lea Jancewicz

Yeah, every­body has a dead grand­moth­er sto­ry. They’re not sexy and nobody’s buy­ing. But this sto­ry is mine, and it’s not so much about the woman as it is about the place. I’m from a lit­tle coal town, McAdoo, in … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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