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Can't never go home again [Jan. 9th, 2007|11:21 am]
[Current Location |Classic City]
[mood |Stendhal]
[music |Johnny Cash- Hey Porter]

Well friends, I'm back in Athens once again.  It's a new year, familiar faces are all around; the shit-smears left on my life by Chi-town have been quickly wiped off, the putrid aftertaste spat out.  New friends and lovers appear, old friends resurface, and I can finally, finally, see the stars and the moon at night.  I've come home to Georgie and she's happy to have me back.  Dear Ol' Dixie sings me to sleep with the gentlest breezes, and blazes 65 degree winter days of bike rides with time-so-slowly-moving.  The clatter and chatter of ancient pines applauds my homecoming.  Everything is overwhelmingly good; everything is Stendhal.  I've cried rivers since I crossed that ol' Mason-Dixon, but why I cannot say.  It's beautiful here, life is good, and I cry and embrace and cry again.  I stopped in Snellville before coming to Athens; now I know I really can't ever go home again, and that's just fine by me.

[User Picture]From: mr_sunyata
2007-01-11 01:16 am (UTC)
Hey DJ,

I do so missthe shy eyes & smiles, the peach cobbler, the murmurs of y'all.

The Northwest is all Earth & Water, preciptation and green. Must be like England, except with amazing food and organic beers.

Go ring some Southern belles for me. See you all sometime soon.
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