More to wine

A skin of leather, rough and old, a paper crinkled thousand-fold, a dusty room, the scent of pine, would you believe that I mean wine?   A scent of herbs and tar and rose, a land of fog still in your nose, a score of ninety-nine point nine, yet, there is so much more to wine.   A berry colour, dark and red, a million words all left unsaid,…
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Three, Two, One

She saw him three times in as many days and though they never engaged in any sort of longer conversation, by the end she felt she knew him in a way that was unexplainable to her. Years later, she would think back to these early days and smile, but at that time she couldn’t help but wonder how it could be possible? How she could feel close to a…
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Dear April: New Gold

Dear April, I barely blinked and the world has changed – again. It’s funny how quickly these things happen, how the true changes often come within a single second. They could be decisions, like finally settling on what you really want after a long-standing inner argument or nature taking its course, like day turning into night, sunshine being replaced by velvety darkness and stars taking their role as the…
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Chocolate smiles

She awoke to the sound of birds chirping somewhere in the surrounding countryside and the scent of summer slowly finding its way through the open window, nestling in her hair and the bedsheets. It was the kind of feeling that didn’t demand full awareness or open eyes to spread within a person and so she let it settle inside her semi-conscious body, relishing the sense of peace and freedom…
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Fireflies

It takes a spark and fires fly, from me to you, both low and high. They bite and burn, they kiss and sting, it all turned sour before spring.   For then the night fell fast and dark, omitting sight and robbed the spark, that once was there, but is no more, a window opened, closed the door.   And yet it burns with heat and fire, ignites the…
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