Both Sides of the Bar
Because There’s Two Sides to EverythingArchive for Wine
From Vine to Virtue; Veritas
The first sound I can remember hearing, a sound so pristinely embedded in my memory, the one that concocts the framework of my senses, the carnal inertia of my illiquid reality;
the uncorking of a bottle.
The echos playing with the vulgar aria that had been uncaged as it bounced around forgotten corners, flowing gracefully through the marbled hallways of my childhood.
Crimson Bacchanal; life’s blood.
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