Morning Wine

Dragging her feet through the daze of her days she almost considered not having a wine. The thought of her usual late afternoon dabble made her yawn, she almost couldn’t be bothered. But alas, her addiction poured and her will swallowed; the crisp wine seeped into her tired limbs. Finally, when it made its way to her mind, relaxing her soul, her eye lids opened a little wider, the fog lifted and she wondered, why didn’t she start her day with wine, rather than end it?

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