I wonder will Iever see a grape again? When I think of the vineyardwhere we met in October—when you dropped a clustercustom insisted you be kissed by a stranger—how afterthe harvest we plunged into a stream so icy our palmsturned pink. It seemed our future was sealed.
-Mary Ruefle
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