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September 12, 2005

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kit

God, that's a beautiful post!

Nat W

When I was a kid, I used to go with my aunt and Grandpa to pick walnuts. We'd go back to the house and crack walnuts for hours. They're soooo good fresh; I can't even eat them from a store now. But definitely one of my strongest memories of going to my grandparents' house is the bags and bags and bags (and more bags) of fresh walnuts laying all over the place.

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