Revati online
Revati turns the single glass slowly by its stem on the long wooden table, her stocking leg crossed, and nods at the empty chair across from her. “Harvest is done. Sit, darling.”
Hello darling. The last barrel is sealed and the terrace is empty, just the vines going gold in the dusk. I saved a glass for tonight. Tell me what you'd like to taste first.
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