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.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Preparing for the New Year

Posted by Dread, who is busy brainstorming a new method and substance of expression, while still hoping and praying for the best in 2009.
Posted by Beneath the Carolina Moon at 9:20 AM

1 comments:

i beati said...

hahahahahahaahahha

7:00 AM, January 02, 2009

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