The Sanctuary of Wings
The roar of the 1920s was a distant thunder to Evelyn. While the rest of Florida was dancing the Charleston in sequins and champagne, she spent her mornings in the humid embrace of the Everglades, counting the nests of the Roseate Spoonbills. Julian was the guardian of this wilderness. A man of sharp angles and sharper principles, he viewed the sanctuary not as a piece of land, but as a sacred...
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