"... returning luminous mornings, as the fire of Pomona rozżagwionego,
spilling from the basket the colorful beauty of the sun shining, full of clear water peel sweet cherries,
mysterious black cherries that smelled exceeded what ziszczało in taste, apricots, in whose golden pulp core of long afternoons ... "
B. Schulz 'Sklepy cynamonowe'
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