“The mango was a mirror image of my last few days. Once beautiful, placed on display for all the world to see, it had been ripped from it’s perch, thrown to the ground, rolled in manure and squalor, and left to rot. While that might have bruised it and soiled its skin, it didn’t’ change it’s nature or what it freely offered, for once I peeled it back, an inexplicable sweetness was waiting to be discovered and tasted and consumed.”
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