The live oaks of Georgia do not forget. They hold onto things the way a man holds onto a grudge—tight and slow and with the patience of something that has been standing in the same place for three hundred years.
The live oaks of Georgia do not forget. They hold onto things the way a man holds onto a grudge—tight and slow and with the patience of something that has been standing in the same place for three hundred years. Delphine Beauregard knew this. She had spent fifty-two years at Magnolia Hall learning what the trees knew: that the earth remembers everything. She first saw the Lady in White from...
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