...you exist only in my head, for I live in the cold North, but were I further south and avocado treed, I would snack on your fruit (salted, peppered, and hot-sauced) as often as possible. And I promise I would never climb your fragile limbs or tire of your delicious ripe offerings.
Oh, my imaginary avocado tree. I dream on.
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