Saturday, September 06, 2014

old peach


I dreamt that I was cutting a peach. I was happy to have finally found a peach that was ripe. My grandparent's had a fruit orchard and the peaches were amazing. Since then, I only find peaches that are hard as rocks on the grocery stores. This one had the right color, the right smell and I knew it would have flavor. As I cut into the skin, I was a little disappointed. The skin didn't break like a fresh peach, it was not so firm, so it went with the knife in for a bit before the knife could poke through. It was an older peach. It would still taste ok, but not the same.

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