This is my Labor Day sunset. And thus summer, as it is defined by most, comes to a close. Another ending in a year that's brought too many. Oh, how I've grown weary of endings....of saying goodbye.
I am the mistress of Four Cedars Farms, a mythical place where spirits dance, characters are formed, and plots thicken. Grapes are grown here also. Welcome.
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