The Gulf waves lap at the shore, tickling the toes of
seagulls screaming at each other over nothing at all, stepping lightly around the
iridescent jellyfish.
In the scruffy reeds between sand and grass,
unblinking rattlesnakes watch families building sandcastles, no thoughts of
danger in their heads.
On the bay side, alligators and egrets vie for the
small fishes in the marsh.
At night, the spirits of those long-dead turned to ash
by fire, washed to sea by hurricanes or victims of a flamboyantly sordid
history whisper through the island, floating companionably beside the silent paws
of the red wolves.
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