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My figs are ripe, it's time to pick them, my neighbours -- apparently thought.
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
[ My figs are ripe, it's ]
My figs are ripe, it's time to pick them, my neighbours -- apparently thought.
"Diary 1974-1976" (2013, Frida Vogels) - October 2nd, 1974, Bologna Collection "Trench Walking"
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
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