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“Oh, she’s awake.” A voice, low and mysterious, echoed from somewhere. I froze. I lived alone in the middle of nowhere. This was the first time I had heard a voice other than my own in months.
The bridge, they say
The one as thin as a thread
Stretches almost a mile, connecting the dark hollow below.
Suspended between the present and the past,
The smiles, the memories, the life you knew
It all comes down to this very moment.
My great-grandmother raised my grandmother and her siblings in a small home in the hills of West Virginia. While they did not have much, she began making this simple 3-ingredient chip dip recipe for their Friday nights as a family playing games, sharing stories, and laughing in their living room. My grandmother then passed the recipe on to my mother and her siblings, which I was able to enjoy while growing up, and it has now been passed on to me.
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