Nectarines are the fruit of passion. They hold the sweetest most sincere taste of all the fruits.
Mango’s are all sweet and enveloping, but they don’t hold the subtly of a nectarine.
A nectarine breaths life into your day.
A truely perfectly ripe nectarine is unmatched. On the first bite a drop of syrup will dribble out the corner of your mouth and down your chin, and all you can do is smile.
A smile makes everything okay. Nectarines are the fruit that makes everything okay.
All year I wait for them. Not in earnest, as the memory of my last bite will last me till my next one, always.
A nectarine makes me dance from the inside. I wish more people were like nectarines. I still wait in earnest for another nectarite I suppose.
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