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The white peaches announce themselves on the kitchen counter, quick scent flinting alight the worm-eaten dawn, the clean-edged note almost mineral, so unlike the vague, pulpy yellow of girlhood: the backyard peach tree bowed down with too much sun-bruised fruit, wasped and sickly soft, until the August before fifth grade a branch split and […]
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