Papayas resemble sexual bits of human beings when they dangle off the tree if you ask me, and they taste delicious.
Yoshiko and I were walking back to our room from yoga practice last week when two papayas called to us to pluck them tenderly from the tree, split them open with our hands, scoop out the seeds, and suck and chew the tender fruit merrily and with gusto. The juice ran down our faces and our hands were sticky in the afterglow.
Pure joy with fruit!
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