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V. Irving L.

The tragedy for the devastated area is so multidimensional, that just reading about the lost wine makes one gasp in horror. Seeing a damaged bottle makes you think of the hot summer night near the swamp as one is enjoying a cool glass of pinot noir while feasting on delicious supper surrounded by throngs of people. That is gone perhaps for a generation. With every bottle of wine there are a thousand stories.

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