As I was picking raspberries from the bushes in the backyard.I was thinking of you and our trip to Paris. We bought raspberries and cherries to share...
You wrote a couple of poems about the fruit and what it represented. As I was reminiscing I heard and then felt a few drops from the heavens. I was startled by the rain as the sky was cloudless.
So out of the blue you came to cry with me.
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