From the shadows of a run down street it rises to greet you. Surrounded by weeping willows hidden behind wrought iron gates. Among the streets of Savannah this large building seems to call out to you drawing you closer and closer along the cobble stone streets. Till you pause before the gates which seem to swing lightly upon the cool nights breeze. From somewhere inside the sweet hot sounds of jazz added to it is a woman's sweet husky voice. A voice that calls you farther through the fence .. and down a set of stairs through the doors past the large guard who stands outside nodding simply to you to allow you past. Oddly there are no lines, There are no masses striving and struggling to get in yet once inside the air is filled with grace and richness. Clearly only the best of the best seems to make it through the gates.. and past the guard. Laying idly near the door just inside is a large dog who raises its head to sniff at you. Seeming to agree with your scent it lays its head back down drifting to sleep .. or maybe it was just making note of your scent in case it needs to stalk you in your nightmares. But that fear seems
to pass quickly for the spicy scents of the city, of its people, and of
the swamps sweep about you, embracing you and drawing you deep into the
shadowy world beyond the iron gates and deep within that dark place there
are mysteries the human race can only pray do not exist. Welcome to #!Riverview. View My Guestbook 
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