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The Rind The rind of the lemons were peeled with care to make a continous spiral. The pitcher sat on the kitchen counter, the juice grinder was ready. The twisting produced a juiced filled pulp. Then the pouring of juice into the pitcher and adding of water. A glass was taken down from the shelf, liquid poured. After the drink and the up turned glass, the pose-- a pinched up mouth, nose and brow. A lack of sweetness sours your soul, so sugar was quickly added. |
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