Redhawk Caldera Dallmayr Ethiopia

this was getting deep. chickadee was quiet awhile. "maybe it's not supposed to be the same, dwin," she said at last, softly. the water shimmered out in front of the girls, girls right on the edge of not being girls, and still filled with all these youthful expectations of brecheliant. and of each other.
"if i come back and i'm not happy, i'll go someplace else. this is home. but maybe home can be us, too, you know? like, wherever we go, we take a piece of home with us. if you and i stay together, then that's two pieces. but even if we both go, i don't know, to the ends of the earth or whatever, you'll still have your piece, and i'll have mine."