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Walking in the early morning, I couldn’t help but notice the thin, stark crepe myrtles, seeming to reach for the heavens. Naked sentries, they’d been stripped of their finery of floating Spanish moss, lanky branches, their leaves long abandoned. The pre-spring ritual of preparing them for the months ahead was brutal, at first glance. But […]

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