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Bobbing my head to this beat, my beat, the beat of this music and the writing itself with […]
language to me, newly. More back and forth recital and glances, into her vision and the return– she […]
I’ll tell you what wine isn’t. A mirror. Something for you to use, to just stare at yourself […]
Happy. So happy.
8 A universal style of Zinfandel. More communicative and with composition, and no shock from this bastion of […]
…wondering what I’m sipping tonight and what I next want to jot. Wine… she confuses me, finds me, […]
Travel with a loud orchestra of attention, his projects forward in unusually pronounced and rhetorical, ontological frames. From […]