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[Jan. 19th, 2008|04:58 pm]
Jason
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Jody Aliesan has a poem named "Vintage" that goes like this:
I've learned from making wine and watching gardens there are things we cannot hurry if we want to taste them ripe, and sweet, and natural. Today the vines leaned heavy and our glasses sat full. Sometime in our lives I want to lie and hold you; but we'll drink that wine when the thirst comes.
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