Spanish Moss: Neither Spanish nor Moss

I clearly remember the first time we entered Savannah, and turned onto 37th Street, where we would be living for three months. Huge oak trees canopied the street and random rays of sunlight squeezed past the Spanish moss, which hung apathetically off branches like the embodiment of sorrow. Years from now, when I shut my eyes and think "Savannah," Spanish moss washed in sunlight will be what I see.

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Forsyth Park

Drayton and Whitaker Street, Forsyth is Savannah's answer to NYC's Central Park. It's not as massive as its counterpart, but blends more seamlessly into the city, and has long been a part of its history.

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