Southern Hospitality
It was a crisp Autumn Day. The leaves had yet to turn. Not in the south at least. She tip-toed past all her emotions carefree in that moment. Who was she? I will get to that in time.
It was Charleston the heart of hospitality. A home to culture and grace. Fall has a personality of her own there. Mornings bring sweaters and breezes by noon the sun will peak. There are beaches brimming with soul. Cobblestone streets welcome carriages drawn by horse. This was her home for as long as she could remember.
All her favorite vices resided in Charleston. The Holy City full of sinners and saints. Seafood is as fresh as the ocean is wide. There are majestic churches. She was engaged by the arts and humanities. The people were her favorite part. High society met with vagrants on the same corner. Even though she had felt like an outcast most of her life in Charleston she belonged.
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