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Mulled Wine by Gayathri Raj

MULLED WINE “Bring me your best Chardonnay” And a glass of liquid gold arrives. The evening wears on, dragging its feet In the mire of tired conversation Our eyes wander, to watch the wall, and the waiter Polishing the table. … Continue reading

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