Like the desperate, and futile struggles of hapless victims caught in quicksand, pale limbed trees reach out of the swamp. Entrapped in a net of duckweed, strangling the color and life out of any competing plant, smothering it under a blanket of vibrant green, their shadows claw for a handhold, a life line out of the muck.
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Hundred Acre Wood
Saturday, I wandered around trails at Blackwater River State Park near Holt. The recent rains made everything extra soggy, so I was grateful for the beam boardwalks wending through the woods. And... yes, I did execute my best Olympic gymnast dismount arm flourish when I reached the end of each segment without falling off into … Continue reading Hundred Acre Wood
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