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Footnote: Of My First Marriage, In 1992
That final summer
together, the tomatoes
we planted (between
spring's storms) never tasted right,
no matter how well seasoned.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
That final summer
together, the tomatoes
we planted (between
spring's storms) never tasted right,
no matter how well seasoned.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
