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<\/p>\nWe arrived at the first winery. The sun was a blinding blue. It was a massive drafty barn and there were only a couple of other people there.<\/p>\n
One of the reasons I loved Michael (and still love him) was that he didn’t have a pretentious bone in his body. Whatever, we were wine tasting, that didn’t mean he felt the need to act snooty or to rein in his particular brand of insanity. Our hysteria just mounted through the day, as we kept drinking wine. I eventually had to leave one of the wine-tasting events because I could not keep back the laughter, and I actually snorted into the solemnity of the moment.<\/p>\n
But here we are … arriving at our first winery.<\/p>\n
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\nI love how, in these photos – throughout the day – everyone is in motion. It’s rare that any of us just stood and posed for a photo – we were always moving, walking, running, talking …<\/p>\n
For some reason, Michael in that first photo makes me laugh out loud (AGAIN). Something about his pose, his attitude … He looks a bit adrift. He so is not about to adjust his personality, just because we’re at a wine-tasting event with wine snobs!<\/p>\n
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