___Autumn pours her vintage, red
and rippling, into casks
of rough-hewn oak;
smokey avenues damp
with the exquisite balsam
of the gleaning season.___
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
___Autumn pours her vintage, red
and rippling, into casks
of rough-hewn oak;
smokey avenues damp
with the exquisite balsam
of the gleaning season.___
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