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We must bless ourselves with peaches.
Pray to the eggplant, silent among her sisters,
That the seeds will not be bitter on the tongue.
Confess our fears to the flesh of tomato:
We too go forward only halfway ripened
Dreaming of the deeper red. - Naomi Shihab Nye