I had forgotten how much I loved plums. One day though, I was walking through the grocery store with my roommates, and saw them sitting in the produce section. I hadn't had anything to eat yet, and they looked appetizing, so I bought one.

As I was leaving the store I started eating the plum and about fell down. I don't think I'd tasted anything as good since my first kiss. I'll just say that it was rather amazing.

Right now I'm looking out my window and seeing a sunset, and it looks like a plum tastes. I'm listening to Ben Harper, and he sounds like a plum tastes. I'm about to drink a Guinness, and in some weird way, it will taste like a plum tastes.

It's amazing how all the senses can be linked together so, and how my realizing it can make me suddenly realize that everything is ok.

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