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« on: October 08, 2019, 01:27:53 PM »

tart-and sweet, icy cold for summer days. Slow summer days, like when you've had too much to eat after Thanksgiving and a little too much football- everything is moving slow in a wonderful color movie, color film, grainy around the edges. A nice drink can do that- take you places, places you long to go to and stay, but never can for long. The longer the glass sits, the little droplets, a small chandelier, merge into bigger pools, that slowly fall down the side in clumps- reminders of winter ice on the windshield melting and falling in sheets. The glass sits in its own pool, its own aura, growing larger in time, almost throbbing with its own life, given to it by the heat of the day, the cool of the glass, the lemonade. The smell of lemons, fresh and clean, sometimes too clean- my artificial world associates lemon smell with dish soap, and cleaners and trying to cover something up, hide a worse odor, clean up a mess. Zest, pithy white just below. Where is the flavor really from in this drink- the sugar, the juice, the zest? Or just all of the memories of summers past, and lost youthfulness
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