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menardgc:
The story behind that tattoo: So, my grandparents retired out to California in the mid eighties, and my mom followed (essentially kidnapping my sister and me). Well, they had a clementine tree in their back yard. It produced the sweetest most amazing fruit ever. You looked at the things right, and the skins fell off. Well, mom ignored a breast lump, and it was cancer, and ultimately died. The very month she lost the battle, that tree stopped producing fruit. so, it's my way to remember momma in a personal way. 
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My thoughts and ideas no longer have space to germinate and sprout into what I hope is a well-thought out piece of writing. They just get splattered all over my wall.