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I have had it for over six years now. At first the domain name was goodlemons.com, but I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com. | I have had it for over six years now. At first the domain name was goodlemons.com, but I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com. | ||
I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with <span style="color:# | I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with <span style="color:#8BA560">moss</span>-covered trees and <span style="color:#8BAF5B">tree</span>-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room because it didn't like all the rain out there. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all agreed. | ||
I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> in love with a lemon, about which I told a guy I <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> for. | I also bought a novel named ''Lemon'', in which the protagonist <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> in love with a lemon, about which I told a guy I <span style="color:#DBA19B;">fell</span> for. | ||
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Something to Start with
If you type lemony.space in your browser, you will get to a website.
I have had it for over six years now. At first the domain name was goodlemons.com, but I changed it when I found out [dot]space cost only a fraction of [dot]com.
I used to be obsessed with lemons. My favorite dessert was a tart for which you use one, and only one, whole lemon for the filling. One year I spent Christmas with my friend's family in Portland, Oregon, a place with moss-covered trees and tree-lined streets. My friend's mom kept a lemon tree in the living room because it didn't like all the rain out there. It was a scrawny little tree with two branches and countable leaves, but it bore a fruit. My friend decided to make that tart in honor of the lemon's existence, and we all agreed.
I also bought a novel named Lemon, in which the protagonist fell in love with a lemon, about which I told a guy I fell for.
I wish I could say he sent me a basket of lemons or, perhaps, brought me a lemonade, but he broke my heart instead.
The old about page of the website quoted Pablo Neruda:
which yellow bird fills its nest with lemons?
When I learned Spanish years later, I would still repeat:
el pájaro amarillo...el nido de limones...
I don't feel the same about lemons now, but I keep the namesake. It reminds me of stories that I forget from time to time.