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Wineglass An hour to midnight      low lit lights      gentle undertones     stained clouds of moisture in a glass of wine as thick          as ripe layers of fog. hums of symphonies,           swells of low pitched voices,               crescendos of conversation.      murmurs, whispers of fine China       and the newest editions of        oil paintings from Italy                                       Midnight at the gallery Once clear glass, stained with lipstick and breath --      Laughter, light and      undertones of ripe berry lingered on the tip of glass.   eyes wandering over canvases of lavish art While stained clouds of  moisture are as thick as ripe layers of fog.
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
Wineglass
Wineglass An hour to midnight      low lit lights      gentle undertones     stained clouds of moisture in a glass of wine as thick          as ripe layers of fog. hums of symphonies,           swells of low pitched voices,               crescendos of conversation.      murmurs, whispers of fine China       and the newest editions of        oil paintings from Italy                                       Midnight at the gallery Once clear glass, stained with lipstick and breath --      Laughter, light and      undertones of ripe berry lingered on the tip of glass.   eyes wandering over canvases of lavish art While stained clouds of  moisture are as thick as ripe layers of fog.
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
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