I love the color yellow; either that of a fleeting taxi cab or a lingering pasture sunset.
I love shoes - regardless of if they're a pair of towering Christian Louboutons or clay-caked Tony Llama western kicks.
I love shopping - dreaming affront the glistening store windows of Bergdorfs, hilltop top emporiums beaconing with aromas of fresh produce, street side flea markets brimming with handmade wears in Northeast Georgia...and everywhere in between.
I love people. Doormen wearing fancy shoes they leave at work everyday. Ambitious young 20-something's with less money in their savings account than that which was spent on the leather Celine Luggage Tote swinging on their Yurman-stacked arms.
I love the goosebumps that tower on my arms from the booming voice
of an African American woman - when her cover of "Empire State of Mind" is echoing throughout Penn Station or "Sanctuary" is reverberating from the walls of a whitewash church building.
I love samples from fudge shops in middle Tennessee and sample sales in the garment district of midtown.
The South reminds me of freedom - the empty country road to Willacoochee in South Georgia and the view of Lady Liberty from the lowest subway stop on the 1 train, South Ferry.
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