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madame lemone-sol

i have planted a miniature lemon that now made a tree, much to my surprise.

even when i cut it off right at soil level to rid it from lice, it made new branches;

there were three shy lemons, at first. miniatures too small duplicates.

skin so thin. juice so thick. as the branches hung over the vast void i feared

they would fall into that wide chasm and be lost. but i saved them.

the first one hung there. so green for so long. when it grew lemon-ripe

i picked it gently. it dropped into my palm. the second one bent the

branch in an arc and stared down to the street below, at peace while

i plucked it softly, its yellow skin perfumed my hand. the last one

fell to the inside, brightly on top of the soil. i rescued it with my honeyed

fingers, cheeky owner of the three happiest lemons in africa on one coast

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