A sad conclusion befell our beloved lime tree, bringing an era of homemade margaritas to an end. Today I deployed a ceremonial hand jazzing to say goodbye and to encourage a safe, expedited passage to the next life, serving cold drinks on a hot day to the angels. If you do not believe that a lime tree can have a soul, you are terribly mistaken. This tree did not merely produce your average lime. No.
This tree gave you sublime.
Goodbye, old friend.
Today's Jazz Hands mourned. Day one-hundred and twenty-five complete.
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