Dear J: Peach
Peaches are in season again
and father brought home a handful. He said peeling off their skins gives them a sweeter taste — I thought so but I said peaches are peaches. His name is plum, yours peach. You always teach. In Chinese, we say peaches and plums fill up the house to mean a teacher has taught many pupils. There's wood in my name, but we don't make an idiom. If only I were plum or willow. Before I met you, the monkey ruled his kingdom alone and dared to steal fresh peaches from the deities and eat them. By Antony Huen QLRS Vol. 17 No. 4 Oct 2018_____
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