This is my friend, the juicer.
He’s a busy man these days, and he doesn’t mind telling you why: his juice is the best. If it’s in season, they’ve got it. And if they’ve got it, it’s good.
And it really must be, because people can’t seem to get enough of it. The juicer is constantly handing out bag-after-bag, with crumpled bills getting passed around in a frenzy. It amazes me that everyone still gets their correct change despite the chaos.
The leaf means redeemed. It's compensation for all my deficiencies. The leaf means shameless. Not naked or trendy, simply covered. And there's no need to force fitting-in when you're wearing a giant leaf. The leaf means balance. Safe to be dangerous, loved to be loving, an advocate of both justice and mercy. This leaf is lasting - it won't fall off or fade. A holy veneer, it always protects and guards. Represented and taken care of. The leaf is Christ, my perfect covering.
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