Nope, delete

These flowers aren't real.

Long, long ago, so long ago that we could meet in person, in groups, indoors, without the windows open, Karen and I joined her family for Passover. One of the guests, Ria, who is a family friend but not Jewish, asked what the Yiddish terms "putz" and "schmuck" meant anyway. Karen's grandmother, Sophie, beloved matriarch of the family, answered that they both meant, "penis." Ria willed the floor to open, a hole to emerge beneath her, that she might fall a story down into the apartment below and escape. Alas, the floor stayed solid. But it really wasn't an issue because Sophie was not embarrassed or ashamed or bothered. Sophie grew up with sex-positive parents and this word was not a problem. In fact, if anything, Sophie, I think, secretly enjoyed scandalizing other people by being so matter-of-fact. 

BTW, thank you for the nice comments about the patterns and repetition photo. I could hug you all, masked, outdoors, carefully looking opposite directions. 

Since I didn't share it, I forgot the first word. It meant 
The second word you can look up yourself, but that is on you, it is

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