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It’s past midnight, and I can’t sleep. The full moon beams like a spotlight in the cloudless night sky as I sink into a chair on the porch. A hushed breeze rattles the live oak leaves and ruffles the Spanish moss that hangs like spiderwebs as two seagulls squawk constantly, diminishing in the distance.
One Summer in Savannah
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