Pickles

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Pickled cucumbers are my favorite treat.

Inside a jar, my parents pack ’em neat,

Chock full of saltwater so they can ferment,

Kept in a cellar ‘till my heart is content.

Love me some pickles cause they’re salty and sour.

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In the process of GYST’ing and following my intuition. Gave up a career in medicine to pursue writing, blogging, and, most of all, living.

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Adriana Sim

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In the process of GYST’ing and following my intuition. Gave up a career in medicine to pursue writing, blogging, and, most of all, living.

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