Terroir
She counted out raisins on the kitchen table. Golden sultanas and black currants that weren't currants at all. Grown on vines in clusters on a hillside in the sun. They were once plump, juicy, delectable. They were once meant for wine.-Lantz Pierre
She counted out raisins on the kitchen table. Golden sultanas and black currants that weren't currants at all. Grown on vines in clusters on a hillside in the sun. They were once plump, juicy, delectable. They were once meant for wine.-Lantz Pierre
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