Usually when I think of Harlan, this is what comes to mind:
Life sucked. Cold rain poured on this gods-forsaken town lost in the hinterlands of the mountains. Thing was, Samantha Clark detested the small town, but it did beat living on the street, her only other option. The county was dirty, the people rude, the mountains claustrophobically close; the county had no bowling alley, no roller skating rink, and no coffee shops. And the rain made everything worse. Sami sloshed across the parking lot soaking her sandaled feet. She never dreamed a sky so full of sunshine could produce so much rain, especially when mid-August usually saw this part of the Kentucky landscape on the fringes of drought.
All this trouble for postage stamps. It just didn’t seem worth it, somehow. She stood dripping in the foyer of the small post office. After glancing around to see if anyone was watching, she stepped out of her sandals and dried her feet on the ugly green carpet before running inside the building.
And when I close my eyes and think of the darkness and how I felt when I lived there, and the mood I wanted for Midnight, this is what comes to mind:
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