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my hands were cut by thorns while i was picking lemons from our tree. i didn’t know until later when the lemons reminded me, stinging, that you were not there.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
On Lemons
my hands were cut by thorns while i was picking lemons from our tree. i didn’t know until later when the lemons reminded me, stinging, that you were not there.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
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