Sounds more like a fever dream than a memory, and frankly, I doubt those peaches ever tasted like anything but tin.
Those cold synthetic tones remind me of the lukewarm canned peaches we used to ration while watching the sunset over the ridge twenty years ago.
A reading from Psalms 119:163
I am full of hate and disgust for false words; but I am a lover of your law.
— Psalms 119:163 (en_bbe)
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