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We grew in this yard in between the broken glass and dog **** vine inches minutes by hours by days roots crept in an inconsistent soil and growing despite To arrive now with weekend garden centre eyes you may see weakness in some leaves that belies the truth of a fragile fruit long nurtured from blood and uncompromising viticulture And if you try to claim the bouquet or the legs on that glass or the complexity of hard fought tannins and subtle warmth and lasting aftertaste Then you will see us spit
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Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
Vineyard brawls