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Friday, December 30, 2005

i want to know if these are called ‘chicks’ because they go chick-chick-chick when you roll them down

Two sisters married two brothers; then there was the war. B-29s flying overhead, and the Japanese soldiers took a man away for laughing too loudly. There was a house on a hill; a firecracker tied to a chicken; and nine diamonds and a jade droplet sold to bribe a friend out of jail.

My grandmother was telling stories today. We were eating sweet, crunchy persimmons after lunch. It was hot, and the birds were calling to each other in the garden.

Tonight I leave again.

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Blogger Laureen said...

i have never had a cruncy persimmon. only mushy ones. in fact, i had one last night! they must get mushy on the long ride to nashville.

30 December, 2005 19:16  

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