Every summer I’d spend a couple of months on the farm in Yale walking the dirt road that led to the highway, picking wild raspberries along the way. Often I’d walk out into the watermelons, pick one up over my head, and let it fall so that it split wide open. Then I’d eat the sweet heart out of it and leave the rest to the birds.
-Chet Baker
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