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Meadow

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Love. Blooms as a rose, or a blossom in the springtime. Fresh dew on blades of grass, like diamonds in the early morning mist. She walks, barefoot to a grassy clearing in the woods; dew drops sprinkle her blood red painted toes, daisies kiss her ankles. She stands still and listens to the chirping and whistling of early birds, filling the otherwise heavy silence through the trees. She breathes in the sweet smell of dawn; closes her eyes and dreams of ballerina steps and love hearts, wishes and tears, joy and bittersweet pain. And then she remembers. Remembers his kiss, remembers his touch, remembers their passion, remembers the way she can still smell him when she flips her hair, and her heart opens up. If he were here now, perhaps he could smell the sunlight on her skin. And there are tulips and daffodils and buttercups. And melancholy all but disappears and hides away. For a while.

A day at Petroni Vineyards

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One of my favourite Italian restaurants in San Francisco's North Beach is the aptly named North Beach Restaurant , located at 1512 Stockton Street in San Francisco. The ambiance is relaxing, in a Tuscan style with imported Italian tile decor and original works of art. The menu is prepared with the freshest ingredients, in authentic Tuscan style, and a wine list with over 500 bottles of wine with Grappas, Ports and Cognacs. (Yum). Lorenzo Petroni and Bruno Orsi founded the restaurant in 1970 and it is now renowned for it's authentic cuisine and celebrity clientele. Lorenzo happens to own a winery in Sonoma called Petroni Vineyards which won the Golden Award at the Golden Glass Competition in San Francisco, as well as several others. I love this place for the food, the wine and all else mentioned above, but also because of my penchant for young waiters. I know, I know, crazy right? Well, there are only male waiters here. In fact the only female who seems to be on staff is an incr...

Butterfly

These wretched wings frustrate me, the urge to fly is more desirable unto my soul than water for thirst. But fly I must; dance I must, bathed in silvery shadows of the moon, catching stars as they fall around me.