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  • Pawpaw. Mango. Pineapple. Melons of all kinds.

    From a boat he sells them. His craft cruises up and down the beach of Rodney Bay, offering sweetness and relief from the heat to those of us who loll about, search for shells, nuzzle under an umbrella, wade out for a bite.

    The life I have pursued and fashioned is not so simple. Too many paths, too many questions. But I can wade out in the sunset and buy a skewer of fruit. I can taste.
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