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For me, cherries are full of memories. When I was a child, we had a cherry tree in the garden. During summertime, I’d lay in the shades under the cherry tree, reading books. When I was nine years old I lay there rereading my absolute favourite book back then, The Hobbit (or There and Back Again) by J.R.R. Tolkien. Since then, cherries and hobbits are linked, at least in my mind.

I bought cherries today. It was ages since I last ate cherries. Of course, the cherry flavoured chocolates I ate for Christmas don’t count. It has to be real cherries, with their distinct deep red colour, and the taste has to be the right one, which only real cherries have got.


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