Olives are your eyes

Olives are your eyes, deep black eyes. A sentence from the past that still lights up an entire room. Olives are about to be cropped. ...
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Oh, honey, honey

Natural sweetness straight from delicate and laboriously made masterpieces, honeycombs. Bees are an old thing in Douro. Our family had...
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Light meets darkness

After months of heavy light, comes a time of a lighter one, a darker one as well. We wish it to just the right amount of darkness, the...
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