For any of you with fifty words just itching to get out, please feel free to create your own tiny window for me. Or for anyone else. I'd love to close the tiny windows for now on that note.
People come to her winery, admire the view, the rows of wild grape and careful-tended flowers. She stirs and watches through a wide window, then gathers the visitors. She pours the wine and they drink, eager for her visions and their reflections swirling in the glass.
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