The Strangler Tree at The Moorings, Islamorada
Were you a harmless, nameless tree, just standing there, Motionless and proud, your boughs spread wide, The product of a hundred fruitful summers, Surviving the convulsions of Caribbean hurricanes, Cold fronts and brisk north winds, You might neither notice nor much care about The arrival, perching quietly, of yet another bird. Thousands stop from year …
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