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?
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?