The Girl on the Mountain
Oct 05, 2021
2 minutes
By Elizabeth Wagoner
It was an unusually cold winter in the Smokey Mountains. Old snow covered the ground and made crunchy sounds as we walked down the gravel road.
It was a Sunday night. Evening worship at church had just let out, and the “church crowd” had begun their journey home on foot under a full moon. That’s how most folks got around in those
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