Somewhere, in this very moment, there is a peach ripening,
and somehow it will find you and drive you mad.
And you will be blessed to forget the rest,
everything you have thought, and done, and feared, and said.
If this seems a riddle, it is. If you prefer strawberries,
go right ahead. That is where joy comes in.
It is like standing in a waterfall
while receiving guests.
Come in, you say,
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