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..Every year , I never know how the wine will come out and as long as I have not racked , bottled and left to rest for months , I’m never certain that it will become ‘My’ wine. So I spend months during which I’m assailed by the doubts that it might be not what ‘it’ should be . Winters in which I feel I do not understand it in the right way and never to the end. Ours is a controversial love , doubtful, and like all visceral love is beautiful because it pushes you to accept each other for what it is .