blackberries

got to eat them as they darken reddened ruby to black constant opal berries will rot quickly if you don’t or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy if you let the drupelets’ colors get unsynchronized like summer and fall ...why am i telling you this? because i learned that the hard way and the days go away in the gleam heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun the east barely bracing for the storm and the sweetness decaying like the leaves

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