Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
The morning is overcast The air aburden with thick dew. The birds fly slowly Feathers laden with dampness. Even the sounds of morning Are quieted by the wet air.
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