“Do you remember the unbidden summer rain
Washing the dew from mulberries away?
Can you forget the scent of honey over fields,
And those amber-colored acorns beads…
And crowds of singing motley birds
Around the foggy, misty lake?
That’s where our childhood mirth
Will be remained as a fairy-tale…”
― Sahara Sanders, Gods’ Food
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