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the whiff of wine


we drank the white wine
hurriedly, excitedly, felt it
flow round our bodies
visiting every artery and
nerve before settling in
our minds, sparking neurons,
changing pathways. we
watched as the red roses
turned white as if by
magic and marveled at
how a whiff of wine
can change our perception
of the world in seconds

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The Autistic FellRunner

I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.

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