The first day of spring has come. I am missing Charleston, SC very much right now. For those who know what it is like to love and miss and ache for something or someone, you understand the emotion of “missing.” My dream is to return to Charleston for good and stay put. I can tell you that I left on a whim and have regretted it for a while now. So Charleston, my fair city, as you slumber, peacefully under stars, and pluff mud, I can hear your siren song. It keeps me up at night. In comparison, my current city is Alcatraz, without the benefit of the good view. Sheeese. So I will be, hurrah, after almost 6 years away, be visiting my fair city again! Fire up the oyster pots, and put on some shrimp and grits and frogmoor stew too. I am looking forward to it. Maybe I can make it so I can return, never to stray. Good night, sweet Charleston, I will dream of your fair shores, and gracious Charlestonians that I am lucky to count amongst my friends.
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