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Not even field mice can hide from the smell of autumn grapes that bind with air molecules for the sweetest fragrance that could never be replicated by the best candle. It's no wonder that trout throw themselves above the stream that runs through the vineyard to get a taste of the concord September aroma. That's why the windows stay open until the first frost bites the fields and takes with it the purple air.
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC
On the Subject of Grapes
Not even field mice can hide from the smell of autumn grapes that bind with air molecules for the sweetest fragrance that could never be replicated by the best candle. It's no wonder that trout throw themselves above the stream that runs through the vineyard to get a taste of the concord September aroma. That's why the windows stay open until the first frost bites the fields and takes with it the purple air.
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC
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