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May 29th, 2002 - 10:50 p.m. An edible list, and mid spring. Foods that I have fallen in love with: The trees are out in their spring finery, clad in heavy emerald. �My leaves are quite elegant this season,� the maple informs the willow. �Yes, they are quite,� the willow replies, �but they lack the tragic poetry of my swaying skirts.� The air thick with water. The troublesome ceremony before any storm. Though I wish that the weather would dispense with such moist formalities, and proceed with the rain. It would be so much easier move about. N. �
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