Everything. Every line of this, I love. This:
Mangrove roots, or whatever those tendril-like things are, make for difficult walking, and for a brief moment, I picture those who were here long before Henry Flagler had the bright idea to build a railroad to the Keys, so his wife, suffering from consumption, would get better. (She didn’t, by the way.)
Just - who else writes like Inna? Not enough authors are in this league
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Ah, you read it! I'm so pleased. :-) Thank you, thank you! It's been too long since I'd dabbled in anything non-fiction-like. Happy it was entertaining...