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Ah.
The sweet pungent smell emanates from the inner fissures of my being,
it is funny how certain things stay with you.
I sit out on our family's porch, eyes closed, stomach full, listening to the communal chatter of my neighbors in a soothing coalescence.
The fruit of that day filling my daze.
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