In the bayou mother earth breathed, she blossomed in ways that invited the imagination to grow with her.
It was a perfect and permanent flood, the waters that deepened the hue of the tree barks. That was the bayou, as if land and water came to the most glorious of compromises and made something so spectacularly different from every other place around.
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