Where the River Remembers: Hillsborough River State Park
I was standing on a suspension bridge built by Depression-era workers in the 1930s, looking down at water so clear I could see the bottom. And then I saw the alligator. It wasn’t hiding. It wasn’t thrashing. It was simply there – long, ancient, and utterly indifferent to my presence – drifting just below the […]
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