I dreamed last night that I was standing under a lemon tree in California. They were Meyer lemons, and the sunlight was shining through their skin, and I was squeezing them to see which ones were ripe. One burst in my hand, and when I looked down, instead of juice, it was glitter.
I don't know what it means.
We used to make lemonade with Meyer lemons when we lived in Cali. As I recall, you used to love it! So good!
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