Alrighty Aphrodite by Peach Pit I'm gutted through like half-shelled lanternflies; thick yellow sap spreading over the peach's pit. My father's aging hands crush layers of fruit skin until juice drips out. He teaches me how to effectively pit the peach, splitting it down the seam, the serrated knife's curve undulating in jagged lilts like […]
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