we drove through the vineyards of languedoc. it was stunning. i was left emotional. i was left feeling alive. the rolling hills of the area have a certain peace about it. it lies quietly under the mediterranean sun. without complaints. it soaks up the sun. it soaks up all the components it needs for another perfect harvest. there is something mysterious about vines. as if they know something we dont. i bet they love being turned into wine. perhaps that was what i sensed as we drove past each one of them. they had a sense of knowing. a sense of belonging. it was electrifying.
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