A continuous line drawing of my glass of Cotes du Rhone - only one sip taken and I noticed the honeysuckle vine and sky reflected on the surface, and then as I kept drawing I saw my hand drawing this page in the dark bowl. Mark was whistling. The wind was blowing gently and I could smell the blossoms of the garden. We ate dinner outside.



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