Through Her Eyes: The Mine
I should not have come. I knew that on the drive up from New Orleans, as the paved road gave way to gravel and the gravel gave way to dirt and the dirt disappeared entirely beneath the tires of our rented Ford. I knew it when the trees grew thicker, darker, closing around us like the fingers of a giant hand. I knew it when we reached the trailhead and saw the sign nailed to a tree: PRIVATE...
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