I bring my wine glass to my lips, letting the bouquet of it introduce itself to my sense of smell, letting the bright, yellow flavour dance across my tongue. I wish I was dancing now, bare feet resting on top […]
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I bring my wine glass to my lips, letting the bouquet of it introduce itself to my sense of smell, letting the bright, yellow flavour dance across my tongue. I wish I was dancing now, bare feet resting on top […]