The sound of pulling a clementine apart. The tangible sound of tenuous breaking, a whispered shhhhhh. A smell like how you want your soul to smell, if it had a scent: fresh, bright and strong.
The short, sweet burst of pomegranate seeds in your teeth. The tangy aftertaste.
Thick crunch of apples topped with a dollop of creamy peanut butter. Nothing is as decadent.
The clean, almost-nothing taste of a pear. Such a soft crunch, such a delicate scent.
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