"Almond Cider: Age 5"
Crushing almonds,
the sticky juice dripping
from the dirty stones
between our fingers.
We scrape the bitter pulp from the nut
into a pitcher
where our young hands
add sand to taste,
white for salt
and black
for pepper.
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