"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
03 August 2010
just a few little letters
Dear weekend:
You were so good to me. Let's continue that through the week, please.
Dear 60s music:
You are awesome. End of.
Dear Fall:
Please hurry up and get here so we can hurry up and get through you.
Dear Universe:
Thank you for being so full of kismet, and allowing everything to fall into place, just so. It's wonderful.
xoxo,
A
You were so good to me. Let's continue that through the week, please.
Dear 60s music:
You are awesome. End of.
Dear Fall:
Please hurry up and get here so we can hurry up and get through you.
Dear Universe:
Thank you for being so full of kismet, and allowing everything to fall into place, just so. It's wonderful.
xoxo,
A
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