June 2010
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The Old South
A day in Savannah.
I get in my car, and see what passes me by…
I park and walk along the street to a cafe I think of as another home
I stop to read, to watch, to listen
I walk again and feel the sun…
and smell the baker’s freshly made desserts.
I see what catches my eye…
and taste something warm.
The day is almost through and I am tired. I drive…...
“We’re after that same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend. My huckleberry...”
– Johnny Mercer
annstreetstudio asked: Darlin, what is Southern Afternoon?
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