Fruits are riper in their own way, They rise and bloom and fade away. Nectar all around in the sun, Sweetness gathered, black and brown, Singing in the breeze, a joyful sound.
- Gertrude Stein
Fruits are riper in their own way, They rise and bloom and fade away. Nectar all around in the sun, Sweetness gathered, black and brown, Singing in the breeze, a joyful sound.