Live Oaks wear their Spanish Moss like a grande dame wears a tattered peignoir as she stands shamelessly on the balcony.
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Edited to add
My friend, the insanely talented writer Alexandra from Good Day, Regular People is the world's best commenter, and this is what she said about Spanish Moss. I'm moving it here to the post because it is unbelievably lovely and fierce at the same time and is one of those myths that change the way you see things because they are achingly true:
When I was little, my Abuela would tell a story of how this moss came to be: a beautiful raven-haired woman was escaping her evil, cruel husband and as she ran in the night through the trees, her hair became entangled.
TO this day, it's that image -- of a woman crying and running in the night, that I see whenever there is a picture of Spanish Moss.