If you looked out through these areas, toward the ocean, all you saw was the black water, the gray of the cypress trunks, and the constant, motionless rain of moss flowing down. All you heard was the low moaning. The effect of this cannot be understood without being there. The beauty of it cannot be understood and when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.
— May 02, 2018 01:46PM
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