Wash,
quarter,
core,
slice,
heat,
wait,
puree,
fill,
boil,
wait,
shelve.
And so
the blush
of Fuji
is preserved
in jars.
So few
sweetnesses
we can save.
All those
blushes.
Some
we can.
November 6, 2017 by Rosemerry
Wash,
quarter,
core,
slice,
heat,
wait,
puree,
fill,
boil,
wait,
shelve.
And so
the blush
of Fuji
is preserved
in jars.
So few
sweetnesses
we can save.
All those
blushes.
Some
we can.
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