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.

Friday, August 18, 2006

An Evening Alone




Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says: 'I need you because I love you.'- Erich Fromm


And that's why an evening alone beneath the Carolina moon is so lonesome.

Dread
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