The swamp floor is dry, until the winter rains fill up the local ecosystem, so I can explore among the moss and lichen-covered branches, vainly attempting to dodge the spider webs. But the random shafts of sunlight highlighting a spot of green draw me on . . .
Even the cedar trees give a nod to fall by dropping some of their leaves, which turn yellow then brown. Those spiders are here, too!
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