Four years ago from the moment I’m typing this, I was in the shower thinking about wine. Some former friends who lived around the corner were hosting an evening of distanced yard games, and it was my habit to bring a bottle or two and go through them both within a few hours and then stumble my way home. It was warm for late May and I wanted something co…
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