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Sep 2015
Can we love more than one person at a time? It is like asking do I eat only one grape from its vine.
Each individual has something special to offer.  By no means can we claim one is worse or better.
In many races and tribes the men have elected a harem of women, not one but many. They pick one for each day of the week or simply according to their mood and envy.
There are so many different types of grapes with different colors and taste. Some like rose or white wine while others like red best.
White and rose wine for the French goes only with fish or white meat. Red wine is only and absolutely for red meat.
I like my red wine chambered  while others like it chilled. You like just a dash in your glass but she wants hers to be filled.
And so it goes that everyone wants to try everything new at least once. And a few of us would rather have it twice.
I keep a great assortment of wine in my cellar. Most of us purchase only the best seller.
So who is to say we can only drink Bordeaux, Merlot or California Blush? You cannot tell me what I like, you cannot tell me what to drink and as for me I will hush.
Rita Anna Thompson
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Rita Anna Thompson  F/United States
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   Medhina Khanal
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