Wine has the writer

thinking about travel, again.  Going against what’s expected.  Why does wine hold this hold over and around me?  It’s a functionally too-functional relationship.  It’s not even a relationship or codependency– not sure what it is but wine is and I am and we’ll always be assembled concurrent.  It’s 11:26 right now and I haven’t walked a vineyard row yet.  I tap into my pictures and hope for the best… please can there be one somewhere in this phone that puts me there… a vineyard in Greece, Spain, Champagne, Portugal…

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