I am holding a glass of dark red Zinfandel ..cupping it in my hand like a woman’s breast ..swirling it around and around ..holding it up ..and watching it slide back down ..now, I know that’s supposed to tell me something ..but I forget what ..I take a sip ..and let the liquor roll down my tongue ..inhaling the vapor as it comes ..ahhhhhhhh, like licorice and berries ..with a shot of California sunshine ..a drop of evaporated Pacific Ocean ..a light onshore breeze ..cleansing the palate of my mind in the waters of {{WILLIAM LEE!!!!}} Uhhh ..yea? You’re not paying attention again ..are you ? *sheepish grin* Yeshh ma’am, ah certainly am ..jus makin’ shure dat d’ish fine glasshh of whine dudn’t sh’lip outta’ ma hand.
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