This is how I see the world after more wine than is strictly necessary. Or perhaps it’s only after truly luscious wine (Barolo and a white Burgundy). Or it could have been the Moscow Mules that preceded the wine. Or the heady conversation. Or the treetop-and-lake view. But an angel of light did dance on my thumb, just for a little while.
Angels of light dance on my thumb
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Oh those angels. They will have their way with a gal…
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