On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
In that little valley was a strange stillness as I rode up; for death and marriage had stolen youth and left age and childhood there.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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From his reflections on returning to a rural community, Du Bois observes the demographic changes brought by life events.
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