A letter to peaches

Revision 1 I found myself scattered among the orange magnitude of your delicious peaches, heightened senses caressed by these callused hands, beholding such beauty with great fascination a stillborn season unexpectedly met us, silenced the sprouting and skipping as children, but rather changed to an age of madness stomping through those peaches now diluted and smashed, tasteless to the core I've lost the taste for peaches of that I am sure... First draft scattered among the orange quietude delectable peaches heightened the senses caressed by the callused hands that held their beauty withsuch adoration dawn met astillborn season sprout rambunctious children skipping through the age of madness the essence of peaches diluted, bland tasteless to the core i lost my taste for peaches of that I am sure…