http://slow.writerscafe.org/californiamakiii The original writings of author Carissa Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986654 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Pick a fruit," he tells me.And I reach out to pluck a fruit from the tree."See how sweet, how juicy, how blissfully wonderful it tastes,"As I nod and take a little bite. The fruit tastes sinfully sweet in my mouth And it transcends me - To a world full of pleasure, To a world fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/californiamakiii/1924500/ I miss you. 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