But enough with history. We get enough history as it is. What is the sense of things? The groove or vibe that does nothing, produces nothing, but most definitely is. Time was in the not-so-distant past you were out back on the deck in late summer. The sun had pounded all day and it was so humid that you felt like you were boiling in a thermo-sealed bag at the bottom of some pot you couldn't jump out of. You took another shower with water as cool as you could stand, changed your clothes, and went out to the back porch with your closest friends, the ones who understood you even when they couldn't understand you. And now the sun has fallen and the blue sky is slowly dissipating into starlight. The atmosphere lifts ever so slightly so that a slight breeze can cool your soul. (vibes trombone sax and a rhythm section that grooves) Of a sudden the fireflies rise up from the ground and float there. Oh yes, one last thing... You've just fallen in love with the most beautiful person in the world, and she's right there by your side.
Suggested Wine Pairing: What's that, kochanie? The Villa Maria Sauvignon Blanc 2007, Marlborough New Zealand? Yes, that's right my love.
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Kocham Cie my Skarbie!
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