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To me, she is this letter, this pot, and decades of wine. My eyes are blind, but my heart is not. I know that …

To me, she is this letter, this pot, and decades of wine. My eyes are blind, but my heart is not. I know that this kindred spirit, whom I have never met, has always been nearby.

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