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Alcatraz in Tennessee

A Crime Gallery from Alcatraz East Crime Museum

“Way off, a mourning dove called, long and throaty, and the mountains picked it up and echoed the sound over and over, carrying it farther and farther away until you wondered how many mountains and hollows that call would travel – and it died away, so far, it was more like a memory than a sound.”

― Forrest Carter, The Education of Little Tree

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