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Figs, oh how I love thee, let me count the ways. Just as you are- picked from a tree, ripe and lucious. I dream of the day when I can enjoy the pleasure of your company leaning against your trunk for all it’s glory. You are my favorite of all the fruits and my prayer is-God, let this be so before my time is up. <img class=”alignnone size-full wp-image-784″ src=”http://ww… (...)