Ghost Island

The Army Corps of Engineers at work yet again! They Dredge you up oh magic land that the river build ore years of high and low tides. With no regard for what it took for you to stand in place. No regard for your purpose, too shortsighted to see the magic you possessed as the wind blew through your trees. Now you are a memory in my mind and a photograph or two. A ghost Island. 

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