Abstract
The first house we bought in West Virginia was sandwiched between two cemeteries. The larger one stood behind our house and was hidden by a patch of trees, so we could see it only in the winter when the trees lost their leaves and the headstones emerged, rectangular specks visible between the bare branches. The smaller cemetery perched on top of a low hill across from our house, on the other side of the narrow, dead-end street.
Recommended Citation
Hassib, Rajia.
"Cemeteries."
Critical Humanities
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2
(2023).
DOI: https://doi.org/10.33470/2836-3140.1021