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beyond the vine
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Dead Poets
I want a wine that doesn’t come from grapes —
a drink that wakes up my soul, not dulls it.
Let it flow from deep, mysterious roots,
from places older than memory.
Let it bring back what I’ve lost —
my sense of wonder, my connection to nature,
the language of birds and flowers,
the truth behind myths and dreams.
Let it lift me beyond time and self,
so I can see the world as it really is —
alive, sacred, and speaking to me.
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