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| This is the view we drank in all day... |
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| In the foreground, you can see the flourishing vineyard... We all met at one friend's house. Since I was the first one there, I had some time to sit and think and write. Although it's still quite rough, I jotted down these lines: Women... What is it? When a gathering of women-- fierce women-- occurs, the earth's axis shifts a little (in a crazy, Thelma and Louise way). Onlookers hold their breath and try to hold their tongues (in an attempt to still the disapproving clucking). Still others hold their hands over their ears as the women laugh and snort and bandy around bawdy talk. Women... What is it? I wouldn't have it any other way... What do you do when you carve out some time with your friends? |
