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Friday, June 20, 2014

In the Dwelling of Marie Leveau


Swamps are mystical, magical places where sounds are either amplified beyond recognition or muted below the ability of humans to hear. It all depends on the whim of whatever particular swamp you are in on whatever particular day it happens to be and whatever particular mood the swamp decides is fitting. Because you don't get to decide. A swamp is not a democracy and you are not at the top of the food chain here.


To be lost in the swamp is no minor thing...


Because no matter which way you turn...


Every feature looks the same...


But different...


It's a Swamp Thang, ya'll....


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