This is and excerpt from my neighbor's persimmon tree that I walk past each day. These remind me of visiting my grandparents' house in East Texas as a child. My mother always wanted mistletoe to decorate for Christmas so we would drive the country roads in search of mistletoe. The persimmons always stood out in the bare trees as natures apology for a bleak winters day.
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