plum raze they used to taste as good as anything. better than most things. juicy drupes with bracing flesh. with the passing of our harshest season, what was firm faltered, and sharp minds turned to mush. we forgot about the stone and all that surrounded it. on a whim, he plucked one smooth sphere from a pile of produce and brought it home. two bites from its blushing cheek, and i'm remade to remember what a fine thing sweetness can be. 230723 what's it to you? who go blather from