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  • My first taste of a Mango

    When I first arrived in Mexico and met my boyfriend's family I was given a mango to eat; whilst they all waited from my reaction. In those days mangos were not available in England where I grew up.

    As I bit into the rich,
    tangy, exotic fruit;
    the juice running down my chin,
    it's flavour shrieked into my
    consciousness. I accepted
    the new experience
    without flinching.
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