friends and new observations, portraits of Russian River and viticultural empiricism. Sounds of dried leaves, step step step… […]
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The walk told me everything, and the vineyard told me more. That block by the entrance. Accumulating clusters […]
10:04, Mom and Dad left, and me here with the Pinot, the one a “friend” at work aside […]
went to Pride winery and was kept and transferred and pushed by everything I saw, heard, spoke about […]
5/31/16, 6:28, and I’m up. I don’t want to think of anything specific this morning but I am. […]