The Sweetness of Mangoes September 12, 2010

She cradled it in her hands. She lifted it to her nose and took in the intoxicating aroma, Revina (pronounced rah-vee-nuh) cut into the skin of the fruit and the juice began to run down her fingers. The sweet smell of mango permeated her nostrils. The bright orange colo[u]r of the vibrant piece of food became all that Revina could see. It was as if the orange colo[u]r had become a tint over her iris and it was all she could see – the orange of the mango. The vibrancy of the mango was almost mesmerizing as she allowed herself to truly take in this wonderful piece of fruit.

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