Lost in the Mists of Time #14 by Heather N. Stout
The long and winding roads of rural West Virginia led me to hidden hollers and seemingly invisible
sights. I hiked through mud and snow, open to the quiet wilderness, exploring the deep feelings
of this historical time from one of the many tucked away experiences of the American narrative.
What was once symbolic of prosperity and pride is now left to ruin. Generational homes and farms
that held warmth and memories within hand-built walls are collapsing. Lost in the mists of time,
they wait bracing to the Earth. What is left behind is the evidence of people. The Americana of
days gone by simmers upon embers of hope, warming the pandemic...