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David Goldin
Lots and lots of Apricots!
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Last Apricots of Summer
The bowl of apricots was calling like Sirens with the power of charming all who heard them.
Impelled I cast myself into the sea of my desire... and there I was, eating ripe Apricots with half shut eyes...
pouring libation to Mercury... lost in a dreamy half asleep state.
Apricot Kernals
From the bowl of ripe Apricots came notes of music
so ravishing and attractive that I couldn't resist.
I ate them all.
Where's the Kernal Kama-Sutra?
I found myself surrounded by Apricot pits and wondrous visions swelling inside me.


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