Everything changes, even in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky. Time beats its fingers to an unstoppable rhythm. If you blink the world will disappear and a new one form before your eyes. These are the confessions of living ghosts. Our voices echo in halls and peer out of windows. You never knew us, nor shall you know us, yet we live with you every day. You walk within our memories and we never forget. –Deedra Nichole Mosley 2013