When her majesty the Queen Georgia of Savannah herself invites you on board for cocktails and old time tales; when the ”sweetheart of seafaring men of the world”, Miss Florence Matus ”the waving girl” is still waving her handkerchief welcoming you to her home, just as she did for every passing ship, every single day for forty-four years; and when the night that falls sweetly over the city’s cobblestone squares brings Savannah’s secret world of spirits to life, old souls walk past you and fade into the mist, like a midsummer night’s breeze.
Walking along the East River Street, Johnson Square & Reynolds Square
Savannah, GA
April 1st, 2018
The Humble Fabulist 