Yes, thank you: "...the beauty of these deep frosty blue spheres, the crenulated rim on one pole, their flavor and squishy softness on my tongue… it all starts to work on me, starts to gentle my mind..." You inspired me: I went and got a few from the refrigerator, and ate them mindfully, savoring each moment of that sweet release of "blueberryness", and it was right. Until the next moment: shipped over a thousand miles to our co-op...in a clear plastic container...picked by a Mexican who may not have the luxury of unhurriedness...hauled to our house in a gasoline burning car...stored in a fridge run on coal-powered electricity. Sorry, next generations, for my weak humanness, but, damn, those blueberries tasted good in winter! Ah...desire.
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Yes, thank you: "...the beauty of these deep frosty blue spheres, the crenulated rim on one
pole, their flavor and squishy softness on my tongue… it all starts to
work on me, starts to gentle my mind..." You inspired me: I went and got a few from the refrigerator, and ate them mindfully, savoring each moment of that sweet release of "blueberryness", and it was right. Until the next moment: shipped over a thousand miles to our co-op...in a clear plastic container...picked by a Mexican who may not have the luxury of unhurriedness...hauled to our house in a gasoline burning car...stored in a fridge run on coal-powered electricity. Sorry, next generations, for my weak humanness, but, damn, those blueberries tasted good in winter! Ah...desire.