Glittering in my mind’s eye on peculiar lonely nights, like smiles and flashing lights, are glasses of champagne and cans of strong Belgian beer. Their substance is something to love — not only the alcohol but the odd, wonderful-to-my-tongue flavors of them, apple and musk and skunk and black earth, hints of sour sausage casing, chalk and sometimes the …
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