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Dead Grapes


Drying Raisins
Drying Raisins (Photo credit: RobW_)

 

dead body of grapes
left in very hot sunlight
to become raisin

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January 15, 2014
Body of grapes, Dead grapes, Food, GOD, Grapes, Health, kismis, nature poem, poem, raisin, raisin making, sunlight, World
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2 responses to “Dead Grapes”

  1. bwcarey Avatar
    bwcarey
    January 15, 2014

    could be the wine, it takes a little time, nice story

    Reply
    1. SAN_jeet Avatar
      SAN_jeet
      January 15, 2014

      True

      Thnks

      Reply

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