This was his first train ride...We finally boarded the Blue Ridge Scenic Railway line rather than just looking at it from afar. Sometimes you just have to quit saying "maybe next time" and say "this time" instead.
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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