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I bit the red fruit,
it tasted so good, trickling
juice down my young chin.
I spit the seeds far.
A tired, dirty, happy kid.
Life was pretty good.
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Sawyer Kuhl
Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.
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