The wind blowing on my face feels like sweet wine rushing down to my throat – and it tells me I’m ready to leave. But before I seek this long journey, I would like to savor the sweet drops of this wine parching my mouth and my chest after aging this for so long. My mother tells me that a wine becomes tastier as old as it ages – and with its taste comes together with its smell. The fresh ripe grapes harvested from its tree makes an aroma so rich it that all pirates who lived in this town never left the seats of our bars.Oh, those pirates. They must have gotten so well to the minds of our town, M’ri Kassia. There’s an old legend going around in this town saying that if in your sleep, you see a pirate endlessly breaking the wine bottles in your wine cellar, it’s a good luck for your business. Because they’re there to consume your wine for as many as they want. Many have testified for it but many had said it false.But if there is
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