The Napa Valley
The Napa Valley
Vines march abreast through valleys in wait
The fall harvest, hope for the year
Beautiful vistas gladden
Swollen orbs dropping down
Fall color painting
Nip in the air
The first crush
Waiting
Wine
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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