my fingers have never yearned more for the strings of my guitar...which is up at clemson, quite far out of my reach. but my feet have finally felt the charleston sand again, and my ears have embraced the crash of the east coast ocean waves. yet my heart was still lacking.
cheese. pimento cheese. oddly enough, pimento cheese froze time. the distance between my mouth and the crackers topped with pimento cheese was a lot shorter than the distances i was about to create. it was a slight comfort. physically and mentally. but a couple scoops of pimento cheese can only last for so long.
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