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Wine and Free Spirits
I can't escape it. Whenever I look for red wine, I see her face. Every time I look at its deep crimson hue, I remember her dark hair, red lipstick, nails, and the scent of her perfume. Her graceful walk, breathtaking smile, and intense dark eyes were imprinted in my mind's eye. The glasses I drink remind me of her shape. The fragrance takes me back to that one night in Carla's Vineyard when I laid eyes upon her for the first time and heard the soft sweetness of her voice. It was a simpler time when we could have a romantic night out with just the two of us, fine dining, and a bottle of Merlot.
By Jonathan Hirschberg5 years ago in Humans
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