Well, the smell of wine. It reminded me of sitting on my aunt's lap.
Her breath smelled like wine.
And of my Grandma.
Who always smelled like wine.
I loved them both. Very much.
They are gone now.
They smelled like wine.
I loved them.
Now I love wine.
It's a little ironic that what used to cause my pain now numbs it.
Irony in a glass.
A delicious glass of pain numbing irony.
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