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I had a little dream last night, RogueRanters, and it went like so . . . I was back on the Greek isle of Paros, indulging in a little visanto; for him, a red that had been “breathing” in a caraf of sorts. The sun was shining and I had on my gold sandals. My friend was telling me about his day, and we [...] |
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