Tuesday, June 16, 2009

North Georgia

I constantly feel damp and sweaty and my desert tanned legs are dotted with pinkish red constellations of mosquito bites. I might even be carried away by the lot of them, along with all of the other things that whiz and buzz as dusk approaches, but I have eaten plenty of heavy southern food. Biscuits and gravy, pimento cheese thick with mayo, and real BBQ, all topped off by a piece of coconut pie as tall as a Sunday hat.

The fireflies gather and blink little messages. How've y'all been?

And I scratch my ankle and reply, pretty good, pretty good. And you?

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