There are so many ways to lose someone you love. Even limiting the field to those losses we think of as particularly tragic does not narrow the list much. A fire burns the home of a sleeping family. A train derails. And in the aftermath, memory can become bound up with place; sites of loss can be sanctified, obliterated, or simply marked, like the cross by the side of the mountain road where the station wagon, kids asleep in the back, skidded off.
–Ken Dornstein
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Photograph by Matthew Christopher of Abandoned America