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1 " As I walked over to her I was engulfed in the thickest headiest smell I had ever experienced, it was sun and it was warmth and it was clean sweetness all distilled together. Nothing on the highlands smelled like that. And the apple, wasn't an apple at all, it's skin wasn't shiney but matte and furry and it was yellow and pink, almost red...I bit into the fruit, it still held the heat of the long day sun and was much softer than an apple...this tasted big and generous and sweeter than anything I'd ever tried...it had a shape that filled your mouth a rounded and warm sweetness that immediately made the saliva run and mix with the juices in anticipation of the next bite. It tasted just like the smell around us but more so. It was like tasting a smile. "
― C.A. Fletcher, , A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World
