I love wine. I have for much of my life.
My uncle was the first to introduce the stuff to me on nights that I ate over at his house. My aunt (no, not the French one) would make a delicious dinner, and my uncle would climb in on his hands and knees under the staircase. He had cut a hole in the void below the steps and insulated a homemade wine cellar. Ins…
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