And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be — Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
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And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Under the Mesquite
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