Cherry Picking
Two cherries, dimpled and cleft, bright red, in a wishbone hanging. Pick them, pick them not. Transfixing beauty of a 1920s Italian aperitif ad, lovers joined over a cool summer Campari. But most are lonely, single, ripe, waiting. Pick the low ones first, they are easy. The proud ones, mature crimson, at the top of the tree, leave for the blue jays who only come one at a time and don’t take much. Passion...
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