In a small village on the western coast of Japan, I found the perfect persimmon. I stopped my bike to pick the ripe, orange-hued orb off of a roadside tree. And as I took a bite, it succumbed to my teeth with its honey-sweet juice. ...
In a small village on the western coast of Japan, I found the perfect persimmon. I stopped my bike to pick the ripe, orange-hued orb off of a roadside tree. And as I took a bite, it succumbed to my teeth with its honey-sweet juice. ...
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