Long-Distance Adventure

Our Silent Language

I still see shadows of her.

I walk out of a room and see her laying there, her head lifted up and a questioning look on her face. The tufts of golden brown and black hair on the side of her face are flattened from where her head was resting.

Despite unshakeable absence, her eyes still read me.

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I still see shadows of her.

I walk out of a room and see her laying there, her head lifted up and a questioning look on her face. The tufts of golden brown and black hair on the side of her face are flattened from where her head was resting.

Despite unshakeable absence, her eyes still read me.

Flagler College professor paddles 1,515 miles, sets record

An overgrown burial ground 40 miles from civilization was not the most auspicious spot to meet a soon-to-be record-holder. That is, however, exactly where I found Environmental Science professor Jodi Eller, tucked into a ruddy green wall of mangroves ten miles beyond the southernmost point in the continental United States.

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An overgrown burial ground 40 miles from civilization was not the most auspicious spot to meet a soon-to-be record-holder. That is, however, exactly where I found Environmental Science professor Jodi Eller, tucked into a ruddy green wall of mangroves ten miles beyond the southernmost point in the continental United States.

Haynes Creek

Sunlight breaks into shards of shattered glass, shining spotlights under the bridge. Haynes Creek, a slow-moving river in central Florida, ripples beneath the light. A damselfly rests upon a lily-pad, its shadow pulled downstream.

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Sunlight breaks into shards of shattered glass, shining spotlights under the bridge. Haynes Creek, a slow-moving river in central Florida, ripples beneath the light. A damselfly rests upon a lily-pad, its shadow pulled downstream.

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