I don't usually buy cherries because they are really expensive here and they aren't always good. But Larry got these at a roadside stand. They were delicious and reminded me of the huge cherry tree in our back yard when we lived in Germany. We picked what we could reach from the ground, standing on the picnic table, and leaning off the balcony from the second story bedroom. The cherries were great and so is the memory.
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