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It's a lazy afternoon in the early Fall and the weather is crisp and clean, yet still quite warm. The leaves on the stately oak trees are still green and you can hear them rustling ever so lightly in the soft breeze. We're tasting wine at one of the local vineyards. After a number of tempting samples we decide on a bottle gently carrying it outside to a picnic table along with an assortment of imported cheese and crackers.

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