Sunday, March 15, 2009
O, to be a Vinedresser
I climbed the mountain of opportunity and I overlooked the valley of my life. I saw a grove of many happy times, near the copse, a lover from long ago; and then the river that nearly swallowed me whole. But the vineyard had overgrown vines; I had neglected to trim them and they became such an...
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