Laughter Nibbled At My Lips Like Tiny

Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its Own Reward.

I Think That Sometimes The Great Changes In Our Lives, The Ones That Divide Time, Happen So Deep Down And Silently That We Don't Even Know When They Occur......it Frequently Happens That The Seasons Of The Greatest Change Are The Times That Feel The Most Tranquil, The Most Suspended, The Most...timeless.

That Sinuous Southern Life, That Oblique And Slow And Complicated Old Beauty, That Warm Thick Air And Blood Warm Sea, That Place Of Mists And Languor And Fragrant Richness.

I Could Run Nearly Naked On A Hot, Windy Beach And Plunge Without Care Into A Running Diamond Sea; Roll On The Sand And Fling My Arms Wide To The Sun And Still Be What I Was...young.

I Don't Think You Ever Think Of A Big City As Sweet Or Community, But There Are Cities That I Think Of As Charming And Particular And Interesting Cities. I Live In One Now, Charleston.