Come in …!

Come in ...!

“’T was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm””

(Bob Dylan in Shelter from the storm)
Liège-Bressoux (B)

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