The mountains of Florida? That’s where we are. Ocala is 37 feet above sea level at full moon. It’s a low-slung country.
And a strange beauty. Dangerous, maybe.
Spanish moss drapes everything outside. During the slightest breeze, the ghostly stuff sways with the rhythm of a macabre chorus line. Erie even in full sunlight.
Many houses look like the boyhood home of Jack Sparrow.
Or maybe one of Hemingway's cat houses.
Monday, November 19, 2012
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The Bard of Florida strikes again. Nice description, George. Keep 'em coming.
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