We, the pilgrims of fragrances

I sat crushing the grapes with my bare hands. Tender, round juicy balls kept bursting out of their black skin, oozing down between my fingers into a filling tumbler. A delicate fragrance of exploded fruits infused the book room where I sat cross-legged on floor. Viruses were forgotten. I was thinking of bees rather. And []
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Published on May 07, 2020 23:55
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