IMG_1100Slow and wooing in her frantic swagger… organized and like a colorful quake, magnetizing and trapping your senses and attention…. Something of an inward word that intends to convince outwardly.  She talks to you through codified tone, a radicalized charm and romance, Victorian and tempered, assuring and wildly coherent… blueberry rushes with dark chocolate winks and besitos—

Everything she tells you is a coiled, codified truth.. fragrance of unknown rose and floral and atmospheric.. something.  Confused, beautifully.  But I keep sipping in Russian River climate pages…

Raspberry competing lovingly with vanilla and oak knudges, hinting, “Keep sipping, keep asking…” I do, and she loves me back.

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