I am eating
mint julep peaches, and all of the general misanthropy and the low yet incessant hum of depression I've been feeling lately is forgotten.
My Nana used to (she probably still does, frankly), as many ruralish* folk do, get good things to eat by the bushel basket in the summertime. Peaches were among these, which she would clean, peel,
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