Random Scribbles · writing

Slowly Plummeting

The older gentleman noticed Cordelia, standing near the door and raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

“Would you hand me a glass please?”  She asked politely.

“Join us.” he invited.

She shook her head and pointed upward, drawing his attention the slowly plummeting old vine that was about to hit.

“Oh my,” He intoned.

Tree Chandelier In Kathryn Hall Vineyard (Image Credit unknown)

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