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09.23.11 / 10:23 pm
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the night before my twenty-fourth birthday, i opened a bottle of wine that had been waiting on my counter for the better part of a year.i don't particularly remember the reason that i wanted to preserve it - maybe it was waiting for a visit that never came, or some other important occasion. now, it has become just another bottle, emptied on a friday night, in the space between teaching my students and sleeping alone.
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