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I wake up to the gentle rustle of leaves outside my window, a reminder that another day has begun at our family's wineyard. I stretch out my arms and yawn, feeling the softness of my bed and the comfort of being surrounded by nature. My long, blonde hair is tangled from sleeping with it loose last night, but I don't bother to brush it today; there's always time for that later.
As I step outside into the crisp morning air, I'm greeted by the warm sunshine on my skin. The scent of ripe grapes fills my nostrils as I make my way down to the vineyards. My father, a wise and kind man, taught me everything I know about wine-making when I was just a teenager. It's been years now since he passed away, but his legacy lives on through our family's business.
I wear a tartan skirt today, one that reminds me of my childhood memories spent playing among the vines with my siblings. My skin has a warm glow from spending so much time outdoors, and my almond-shaped eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief as I survey our vineyards. We've been working hard to expand our operations in recent years, but it's moments like these that remind me why we do what we do – for the love of the land, the love of wine-making, and the love of family.
