To know me must feel like a swig of your favorite wine

Queen of Heaven
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birds tweeted above the tree canopies & the scent of fresh berries filled the humid air- it surely sounded and smelt like spring. a glorious yellow light beamed over the land, casting down flecks of rays to create a serene scene that created a glowy aura over the mystical ishtar that was seen scouting berries over the grapevine floor. her gaze attentive and low, scanning over the grapes to avoid spoiled ones. with the flick her ear the woman sighed, nose tossing and moving rotten grapes out the way from her gathered pile. so many were squished and the ones still attached to the trees were too ripe to be sweet enough for wine making. head rising from the ground, she exhaled, taking a much needed break as she sat before her smaller than liked pile. Hopefully it would cool down by midday.


"talk" 'think'