Elisa's Blog
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
And then your eyes laughed, and your lips parted in a muted smile, as if saying "what a strange thought", but you were silent for a while, immobile, your eyes meandering along an artery of memories, I could almost see you taste them, all those varietals one by one in turn, and old German Riesling here, perhaps, maybe a Sauvignon Blanc of once many years ago now, or a Pinot Gris from that small hidden winery, now something else entirely, I don't know, as you again inhaled deeply with your nose against the wind the smell of moistened earth, grin transforming slowly from amusement to delight.

"Yes," you said, after a long time.

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