The bounty is upon me gentle reader. I am bursting at the seams with seemingly boundless grapes. I am like a lazy Roman in a toga lounging poolside as hand maidens feed me grape after grape. Except I have no more hand maidens. Stupid unions. This visual has given me a flashback to a portrait … Continue reading The Grapes of Wrath…and Cool Shade.
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