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The Owl and the Stone
The marsh does not forget…
It watches…
Water shifts…
Land holds…
And something older than stone…
remains…
Where marsh meets memory…
and stone holds its ground against time…
The first mark is never the answer…
only the beginning…
Across St. Augustine…
in coquina walls… in hidden places…
the same story waits to be seen…
One clue alone reveals nothing…
but together…
they begin to speak…
Not everything reveals itself at once…
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