All Is Grace

By allisgrace

Sweet Pleasure~

Sweet strawberries ripening in the summer sun~

"Talking of pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to
my mouth a nectarine-how good, how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beautiful strawberry."
~John Keats

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