The Saturday I first met Vie was in early April. That morning the Valley was bathing in a soft cascade of sunbeams, which were coaxing open blooms and encouraging dormant grapevines to break bud and begin their labor of leafing out.
My whole body, for the first time in years, was free of pain, and I drank in the morning’s brightness and warmth gratefully…
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