Port wine
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To the Land of Pies
Bishop Oloroso, heavy under the weight of his loneliness and excesses, lowered himself on the prie-dieu in his bedroom antechamber for his nightly prayers. He flinched as his swollen knees touched the faded, threadbare blue brocade and disintegrating padding of the kneeler. He raised his head, smiled, and winked at the tall silver crucifix standing Continue reading
