Source : Mondosapore [EN, IT]
I ran into a familiar figure today, a bent, hollowed-out man with haunted eyes who was muttering, "One fifty-nine," over and over as he shuffled down First Avenue. I found it hard to believe that this miserable wretch was the hale and laughing demigod I had met at tastings over the past few years [..]



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