Appalachian Winter
the town old man schell built
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Many pass here, but few are to know.
Few live here.
They inherit a corner of this world
Sweetened by the absence of eyes upon it.
A microcosm can reflect a universe.
So we live; tiny lives in our forgotten town.
Let it be nothing to those who pass by,
For it is everything to me.