White wine speaks from empty bottles, sun, if there was any, never entered the bar. philosopher me in my cups dispenses wisdom. the bar cat blinks and struts her stuff
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clutter is the essence of life too many bottles and not enough time...Mesmerizing concluding lines. Brilliantly put. Thank you for sharing!