Leelon Edwards belongs in North Florida at-large.  Home is near the emerald green coastal waters somewhere between the stately oaks, grey with spanish moss, and a cluster of unruly cabbage palms.  From Lake Seminole down the river to the broad Apalachicola Bay, from the Florabama to the docks at Cedar Key, there is something tangible about the salty air, the oyster on the half shell, and the bright, warm sun that makes it home.  See the osprey soaring over the bay, the turtle sunning on the stump, and hear the call of the whipoorwill at the beginning of summer.  Leelon Edwards takes you there like the warm winds blowing north off the Gulf, you'll feel this place in his words and his stories.  It's all about being there.

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