I cut a mango this way and always think of her. So long ago. And I let her go. The mangoes here are not so sweet. A little more bitter than Australia. Or is that also just a preferential recollection of a fading memory?
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OK… something to end this very loooong, but very productive day. A song that I will always associate with a beautiful beach in a faraway land and a short strip of magical bistros and restaurants barely more than a stone’s throw from the beach. There were sacred sunrises, and uncanny […]