Morning light on the hills. After a freezing, sleepless night the first night, I woke up before everyone else, and just stared up at the sky for a few hours.
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As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.
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