<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Wine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wine/</link><description>Recent content in Wine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/wine/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Competition</title><link>/stories/2010/08/07/the-competition/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/07/the-competition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the land of the Amazons, there is a tradition. When the commander of the Amazon army steps down, a great competition is held to choose her replacement. Warriors from across the land gather to compete for the honor of being chosen the greatest Amazon warrior. All are welcome to compete, which can sometimes lead to misunderstandings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mara, high priestess, gazed at the latest applicant and sighed. How this warrior had made it all the way to the sacred arena was unclear, but, by the rules, any who came here could compete, but this was highly unusual.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Corners 4: Taylor/Taylor</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/four-corners-4-taylor/taylor/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/four-corners-4-taylor/taylor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="fourcorners3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Corners 3: Neil/Nell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 4: Taylor/Taylor&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sliding into a booth, Taylor nervously smoothed his gown across his hips. Glancing around as if to make sure his friend couldn&amp;rsquo;t see him, he ordered a glass of wine. He&amp;rsquo;d never really been fond of beer, he admitted to himself, drinking it only because his friends preferred it. Now, secure in his privacy, he sipped the drink he&amp;rsquo;d always loved.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>