I knew about wild plums twice before I tasted any.
The first time was when the Sunday school women were going plum ming; Father hunched his shoulders and laughed without making any sound. He said wild plums were small and inferior, and told us of fruits
he had eaten in Italy.
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The Priest
A young priest was always sad. He was good at his profession, but he still had no joy. He visited a group of wise monks.