I miss north carolina.
I miss gravel on bare feet, Popsicles on the back step, waking up to cats fast asleep on my chest.
I miss muddy frogs and holding hands with preschoolers and flashlight tag in true country darkness.
I miss memories of tire swings cut down after one too many injuries, peeing in the woods on long hikes, scaling snake-ridden logs mossy fallen trees behind mamaw's.
I miss foster's, I miss Annie's crazy eyes and wagging butt, I miss sleeping in the backseat while grown-ups wind the van down nameless country roads.
I miss playing poker in the church basement, I miss church.
I miss feeling part of a collective spirit, being healed, communicating with spirit.
I miss mamaw's white house, white down to the painted tv set and lace doilies over end tables.
I miss the way papaw smells, the airbrushed sky in palace pointe.
I miss having my whole family right there at dinner, right there around the bonfire, right there in my heart.
I need to feel the carolina sun on my face, go to biscuitville at 7 am for biscuits the size of dinner plates, to walk barefoot on a beach. I miss my family.
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