The Poetry of Wine -- by Anna Elkins
I drink the night air from my window, sipping stars, double-pained moon, glittered constellation of dreams A few summers ago, I attended a blind wine tasting at the edge of a viney…
I drink the night air from my window, sipping stars, double-pained moon, glittered constellation of dreams A few summers ago, I attended a blind wine tasting at the edge of a viney…