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Raspberries


 Back home for the summer and I had a perfect breakfast: two eggs on toast, chocolate milk for fun, and raspberries that were drying next to the sink. We were worried about the raspberries molding, so the family was in an 'Everything Must Go!' raspberry headspace, and I had a whole bunch. I didn't eat much fresh fruit in the last year, mostly bananas and apples because they can generally be trusted to keep and they're easy to toss in a backpack. Plus, they're cheap here. 

In my mind, berries are a very summery thing, like tote bags, slip n' slides, and ice cream trucks. Even though the sky was fighting to remain gray for the first chunk of the day, raspberries were my little rebellion. Yes, it really is summer! How else could this be my breakfast? 

I don't have much to say about raspberries. They're a simple pleasure and I think that most people already appreciate them without an explanation. I'm about to enjoy a peach after I type this up, to my summer is off to an auspicious start. 

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