Beauty, Beasts, and Bells in Central Florida

I was so mesmerized by the carillon bells that I did not notice the snake. In suffocating heat, I stood motionless at the edge of a long pond that reflected a mirror image of Bok Tower, thrilled by the ethereal music. Fading as quickly as the concert’s final note, I decided to rest on one of the concrete benches surrounding the semi-circular clearing. Suddenly, a movement. A black snake lying beneath the bench retreated a few inches as I approached. I stopped dead. Head up, the snake wove back a

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