Several times each winter, a student will show up at my door with a shopping bag. The bag is often full of persimmons which are being offered to me from their overflowing supply. People in Tokyo receive persimmons by the crate-load from relatives and friends all over Japan and they pass them on to me. The odd thing is that they are sent this fruit despite the fact that they grow all over the place in Tokyo as well.
You can buy persimmons most anywhere in the world these days, but someone, or everyone, will often give you free ones. I'll miss the free, fresh persimmons.
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