The Southern Live Oaks stretch their branches over the paths surrounding Forsyth Park. The Spanish Moss hangs off of them like scarves. & The Fountain raises its water toward the sky.
The squares throughout the central streets, & the ornate architecture of Antebellum homes. The towering steeples of Churches, & the luscious vitality of River Street.
The succulent flavor of a Catfish and Grits Dinner, accompanied by an Aragon Granache. & the twilight walk to our downtown hotel.
sighing
in the midst of you
Savannah



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