As I came into the dining room this moming, I saw it there: last night’s bottle, empty, a memory of ruby lush, the elegance of beef, savored, save the last five bottles now, make them last, like the autumn red, gold, golden weekend, wish it were longer–don’t we all?–they say. But do we? Or do […]
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