Saturday, 28 July 2012


A peach was about to be eaten.
It was nice, juicy and hairless.
Of course, that would make it a nectarine, but it wasn't, just a special type.
A taste of that fruit and you'd feel what gods felt when they ate ambrosia.
Nothing so sweet and so pure as a peach.
Nothing so nice you wouldn't want to eat twice.

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