I love pinot noir.
We all need a wee boost every once in a while. Sadly the squishy stuffed rabbit I used to carry around when I was six didn't seem to fit into the business world (and it looked odd in a brief case). I needed an alternative.
Over the years, the one place I found myself turning again and again for comfort was scripture. Didn't matter what it was; from a bad day to the loss of a loved one, they were consistently the words that healed.
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