Photography and text by Corey Amaro
South Carolina.
Charleston…
Have you been?
Rainbow Row, Horse Drawn Carts, Gone with the Wind, the Battery, Sweet Grass Baskets…
Southern Hospitality…
God why wasn't I born here? More-so why didn't you give me long legs and a small nose? You better have a good reason!
And… why wasn't I born a Southern Belle?
Rocking chairs on the porch, Carolina Gold (Rice and Cotton) Plantations, Lily Pulitzer's dresses, Joggling benches for romance and Magnolias.
Sweet tea.
Such sweet tea.
The Battery, Jazz, Walking under the low hanging tree branches… Ghost? Did you say ghost? Scarlet are you there?
Did you know that Southern Belles, at least the one that walked passed me, do not wear black.
I felt a like a Martian.
Pink yes.
Aqua blue Yes,
Sweet tangerine, key lime, lemon drop yellow…
Yes.
Black? No.
Oh, I do give a damn.
S.
N.
O.
B.
Slightly
North
of
Broad.
Charleston… did I ever tell you I danced the Charleston on a foot ball field?
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