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April 1, 2014

The mere sight of the blackthorn prompts in me a reaction, half-delight, half-disgust, as there is unfailingly joined to the sight the taste of its fruit, blue-violet in hue, smoky flesh bristling with slivers from the pit. By reflex, I tongue my cheek as though to remove the stone or what little remains of it.

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