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The table was set. The morning was fine. The world lay reflected in two glasses of wine. An empty plate reflected sunshine, The morning compressed in two glasses of wine. What did she see in undulations of wine? Were the shapes a portent? Was there a design? Were the glasses a mirror or shadowy sign? Perhaps they were more than just glasses of wine. She and a friend sat down to dine. Their reflections drank deeply from two glasses of wine.
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
Glasses of Wine
The table was set. The morning was fine. The world lay reflected in two glasses of wine. An empty plate reflected sunshine, The morning compressed in two glasses of wine. What did she see in undulations of wine? Were the shapes a portent? Was there a design? Were the glasses a mirror or shadowy sign? Perhaps they were more than just glasses of wine. She and a friend sat down to dine. Their reflections drank deeply from two glasses of wine.
This was inspired by a gorgeous photo that I wish I could post on HP. Here's the link on Instagram. https://www.instagram.com/p/BGgWsniDIxR/?taken-by=candacesmithphoto
david-adamson
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
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