Fort George: Island Time and the Scent of Saltmarsh
Hadley Splane-Borja
BY KATE MATTHEWS I arrived on near midnight on an early summer’s eve under a bright half-moon. There was a feeling of being submerged in the hot, liquid air while the narrow, sharply curving road pulled me through tunnels of oak hammocks draped with thick Spanish moss. A glimpse of coquina ruins shimmered on my left, followed by silhouettes of
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