But instead, I am here, in this slow-motion blur of front porches and hospitality and comfort food, o the comfort food: mac 'n cheese, collard greens, cheesy grits, and desserts galore. I have to take it slowly of course, but I embrace it, because it is part of the beauty that this place offers, part of it's "welcome, come on in, we'll take care of you." and I am comforted by more than the food. I am comforted by the people, by their warmness and their vulnerability, by the dirty rawness of this place.
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