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the pinot berries are so stiff and
green, always so unpleasant at
first. but by harvest, i can squeeze
them between my fingers and
they’ll burst open like fire, their
sweet juices flowing out across
the vast heavens – without
thought, without fear.
sorta reminds you of marlowe
or shakespeare, doesn’t it?
or maybe buddha.