Do you know the poem "Blackberry Eating"by Galway Kinnell? If you don't, read it. I couldn't help but think of it as I picked and ate my way down prickly rows of blackberries on a recent hot summer morning. I taste tested first the thorn- less ones. They were good and juicy and easy to reach, but oh the thorny ones ...the musky wet sweetness almost magic fell onto my tongue " as words sometimes do... black language of blackberry-eating."
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