tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post61390820266940022..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: The Red RhoneGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-52456201499303103962012-10-31T18:18:37.182-05:002012-10-31T18:18:37.182-05:00I know how much goes into that bottle that travels...I know how much goes into that bottle that travels into the future for opening and sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-87420068129991035342012-10-30T20:31:43.660-05:002012-10-30T20:31:43.660-05:00A lovely story, sweetly told. k. A lovely story, sweetly told. k. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-69448363840872423842012-10-30T15:35:00.495-05:002012-10-30T15:35:00.495-05:00smiles....not a bad reminder to bring along to bri...smiles....not a bad reminder to bring along to bring back the memories of that trip...and that street....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-434636539989653222012-10-30T10:36:59.255-05:002012-10-30T10:36:59.255-05:00Sir Glynn,
Thanks for this poem... never thought ...Sir Glynn, <br />Thanks for this poem... never thought of wine as a "moment of glory." I kinda like that.<br /><br />Blessings.SimplyDarlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11716840701917741674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-32042890079331416202012-10-30T10:36:44.678-05:002012-10-30T10:36:44.678-05:00I know that street well. A friend, an artist, live...I know that street well. A friend, an artist, lived there.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.com