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Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Tori Amos quotes and lyrics:

"Orchards are simple. A peach tree says, 'Some of me will be juicy, and some of me will be dry. I'm not growing for you; I grow because that's what I do.' You always hear some person complain about how dry their peach is, and the peach says, 'It's not our fault you have no understanding on the proper use for dry peaches.'"

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