No One Volunteers to Be the Grape.
Lately, I’ve found myself thinking about the winepress. Everyone loves talking about crushing because they already know what came after it. The oil.The wine.The purpose. But no one envies the olive. No one volunteers to be the grape. Because being pressed isn’t poetic while it’s happening. It’s painful.It’s confusing.It’s lonely. It feels like every ounce
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