Sunday, April 1, 2012

Dear Ataulfo,

Dearest Ataulfo,

I am utterly addicted to you.  You and your wicked sweetness.  You taste like a hot summer day in the middle of March.  You taste like tan skin and sand under my toes.

Even though you are only in my life a short short time, I hunger for you all year long. My sweet, sweet Ataulfo.

When I see your buttery yellow flesh I smile and overindulge.  I carry you home hoarding you, protecting you, fighting for you.  

Please...please don't go away again Ataulfo.  I can't wait another year for your return.


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