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The Carolinas are puzzling, especially the coastal areas along the barrier islands. Everything is shifting, impermanent – even the things that are set in stone. Every aspect of the weather, culture and geography has a flip-side. For every expanse of glistening turquoise beach, there's an impenetrable mysterious swamp; for every perfectly cinematic picnic beneath a blooming saucer magnolia, there's the threat of a tornado, copperhead or tick; and for every outrageous hissy-fit there's an earnest casserole apology. And when that dense, muscular summer heat takes up residence, backing you into the cool corner of the porch where you and your computer submit to a cane lounger to try to attend to some urgent work ... the ceiling fan, with that low thrum, conspires with the booms of a distant thunderstorm to lull you off into the best nap of your life. Then, you wake up, wipe the drool off your chin and mumble, "I needed that" to no one in particular. But that's what I'm talking about. Contradictions abound. The post Carolinas: The Whole Biscuit appeared first on Living In Beauty.