Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Love is Timeless


The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself.- Victor Hugo
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2 comments:

SC GirlyGrl said...

Beautiful pic. Reminds me of us, always touching in some way, no matter how small.

5:18 PM, July 20, 2006
Beneath the Carolina Moon said...

Even when we are miles apart, like now, the touch is there.

6:58 AM, July 21, 2006

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