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December 5, 2011 / Keely

Carolina Summers

Carolina summers were the worst. Heat that drilled holes through you. But, the remedy? Carolina girls. Slow drawls and sun-kissed blondes could cure your uptight, citified soul. As did the night sky full of stars. You misjudge distances since, counted out like memories that you mistook for moments that wouldn’t fade. When you look into the sky now, it’s hard to count even one constellation, let alone a sky like you remember.
But, you remember Carolina girls. The laughter and the smiles and the “Hey’s” rather than “Hi’s.” There is nothing better than memories, colored blonde, bronze, black or blue.

Written by Andy LaRaia

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