Our Neck of the Woods Vlog #6

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The night begins in the swamp.

I hear the blast of a pistol, shooting at some creature unknown. The crickets don't flinch, they continue their song. The black has covered everything, trees dripping in sultry, sweet tar. An owl calls in the night. A fox screams in lonely fright. And the night begins in the swamp.

Snowy Swamp

We're having a rare snow day here in the Lowcountry, so we took a short walk around to see the swamp swathed in its white snow blanket. Stay warm!

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