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In the realm of wet roots and air, in a fragment of sun made sinuous, a serpent draped in a fern’s stretched palm. It watched with amber beads, silent, as a second ribbon poured across weathered planks before slipping into the lush. Finally, a third coiled serene on the railing, this last yellow string surveyed […]

Past the tangle of strap ferns and tillandsias, a turn revealed the night heron. Not motionless, but subtracting motion from each moment. Tiny crabs locked in flamenco. The bird’s crest emitted a hum, audible in blinks. Tourists reported colors tasting of trigonometry. The heron waited, a feathered stump hanging reality.

One moment, observing anhingas, the next, pressed against the cool, corrugated bark of a Bald Cypress, its buttressed roots gripping the dark water like knuckles. It felt like hiding with the tree. The air tasted metallic, the lick of a battery terminal connected to the Paleozoic. I felt the thrum of the tree’s wooden thoughts, […]

This one carried the humid gravitas of the glades. In its beak, a pebble, pulsing with light like a firefly’s sigh. No caw, instead, the air crackled, translating into warnings of misplaced Wednesdays. The crow dropped the pebble, where it absorbed ambience. Then it vanished, leaving little stone of doubt.

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