(article excerpt) Wine has me barking

up all trees.  Wanting to find everything in its planet and universe, streets and alleys, corners and general composition.  Wine tells me I can change as a character, if I want to, but I don’t have to.  I’m in the middle of a thought, then I get lost imagining myself in some Austrian village sipping some little-known Austrian white…  Wine everywhere on my inner screen, projecting promises and narratives through traffic when just sitting in my car wishing the line/lane would move and I stare right at those vineyard blocs by KJ…

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