This classic Old Florida cypress tree was sticking up its knobby knees right about the time the scholars were transcribing the [divinely inspired! ouch, that hurt my tongue, lol :-)] good ole' KJV Bible. And oh the tales this tree could tell... between four and five hundred years old, it carries on in relative obscurity in a remote Florida backwater: it breathes with its knees and marks time, Spanish moss waving in the breeze, keeping rhythm with the winds and waves. Enjoy!
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