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.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Hillary is a "H" of a Word


It will only get worse from here on.
You first heard it here, beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread who marvels at the gullibility of average people.
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