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@@@@@Beyond it, the road swung inland and
the foliage crowded up in a way I found first
interesting, then awesome, then claustrophobic
The masses of greenery towered to a height of
twelve feet at least, the round leaves streaked a
dark vermillion that looked like dried blood
"What is that stuff, Daddy?"
"SeagrapeThe green stuff with the yellow flowers
is called wedeliaThere's
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also rhododendronThe trees are mostly just slash
pine, I think, although-"
She slowed to a crawl and pointed to the left,
craning to look up through the corner of the
windshield to do so"Those are palms of some kind
The road bent still farther inland, and here the
trunks flanking the road looked like knotted
masses of gray ropeTheir roots had buckled the
tarWe'd be able to get over now, I judged, but
cars passing this way a few years hence? No way
"Strangler fig," I said
"Nice name, right out of Alfred HitchcockAnd
they just grow wild?"
"I don't know," I said
She bumped the Chevy carefully over the tunneling
roots and drove onWe were down to no more than
five miles an hourThere was more strangler fig
growing out of the masses of seagrape and
rhododendronThe high growth cast the road into
deep shadowIt was impossible to see any distance
at all on either sideExcept for an occasional
wedge of blue or errant sunray, even the sky was
goneAnd now we began to see sprays of sawgrass
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and tough, waxy fiddlewood growing right up
through cracks in the tar
My arm began to itchThe one that wasn't thereI
reached to scratch it without thinking and only
scratched my still-sore ribs, as I always didAt
the same time the left side of my head started to
itchThat I could scratch, and d
