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Dec 2020
As annually cured cane wine touches my lips, I embrace the feeling of self joy.
From imagining the thought of it, now living it.
Its like nothing can trounce this feeling.
The voice is so loud and the choir Chantant.
Yes yes I feel at peace. Inner peace has reached the surface.
Never to be bottled in again.
Now I shall consume my wine.
Written by
Roxanne Edwards  29/F/Trinidad and Tobago
(29/F/Trinidad and Tobago)   
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