After the grapes are gone

Autumn vinyardThe grapes are fermenting away, sweet and fragrant and ready for drinking this time next year… Nice how the leaves linger on though… I seem to prefer the natural world to the human one more and more… it’s just so much saner, safer. How can a tornado or earthquake compare to the human maelstrom? These days… these days… somehow these are always the days. And all the days. How sweet to stand in a vinyard and close my eyes and inhale slowly and deeply…

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