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  1. Sweet-smelling snowfall: ours not quite ready yet. I love picking up the red-berried seedpods, a brown coneshape with those crystal speckles. Only gardenias – whose petals I put in simple salads if they survive the trip inside because one or three of those buttery delights refuse to wait a tangerine-tinged dressing and just hop right into my liquid mouth. Thanks, Bruce, for the evokes!

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