Southern Afternoon: 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… (click the title “Southern Afternoon: The Old South” to view the whole post)
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…
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…
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Cassidy. Cassidy. Cassidy. Cassidy. CASSIDY. oh, sorry, i meant Colin.
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