Two peaches! So round, so pretty, so fragrant. You can tell which one is really ripe by the beak mark in the shoulder. But I haven’t dared to eat them yet.
In which I dare to pick a peach
I write every day. Sometimes I even blog.
I write every day. Sometimes I even blog.
Two peaches! So round, so pretty, so fragrant. You can tell which one is really ripe by the beak mark in the shoulder. But I haven’t dared to eat them yet.
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