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‘tis almost a full moon yet again, the sands of time slip-slide away leaving her to contend with a plethora of gray. as the sunset glow lingers drifting across a blue sapphire sky, loneliness yearns company. this wine has softened during these intervening years, laced with a maturity that now speaks the language of wisdom. © 2021
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
the downtown chronicle
‘tis almost a full moon yet again, the sands of time slip-slide away leaving her to contend with a plethora of gray. as the sunset glow lingers drifting across a blue sapphire sky, loneliness yearns company. this wine has softened during these intervening years, laced with a maturity that now speaks the language of wisdom. © 2021
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Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
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