Beer
is life as it’s always living. It’s like lava in a glass. Using the power of
yellowing yeast; each bubble bounds a bittersweet component of the flavour together.
A bright light shines through the foamy clouds into the valley below. Yellows
turn to white which falls like snow to lighten the brown. The yeast flows
through the light and follows the wind into the slopes of the east. Great hills
of foam begin to form and build up to bubble away up into the hills and spill
over into the black spot below; ensuring that maximum refreshment is spread as
wide as possible. A small ledge builds up over the river; ready to help carve
the wave of yeasty foam. The hole begins to fill and flow into the valley;
ready to flow over to the west side. A second, shallower river slowly begins to
trickle out of the corner of the light.
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