The breeze made the Spanish moss hanging overhead dance in the season's sweet fragrance of honeysuckle and promise of rain. Thunder rolled to the rhythmic steps of a woman walking along the wooden walkway, iring the still waters undisturbed with hidden life teeming just beneath its surface. The creaking of the lantern in hand swayed with her careful steps, pushing onward through the surrounding fog with a voice that held a warmth in its honey sweet tune. A melody lost to the arching water oak trees, unseen eyes watching in silence from their jagged roots that surfaced in shields of spikes. Carefree in the familiarity of her path way home, an air of life trailing around her as though to explore all of which her voice dared to travel into the cool mist. Rebellious waves of copper hair and lightly freckled sunkissed skin just dancing at the edge of being visible and yet unseen, playing with the illusion this unpredictable territory offered as she was not a traveler of this area, but part of it all.
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