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I saw her sitting placidly on a wide stone 
Sucking sweet strawberries.
She picked a fruit 
Pinching the leaves and sucked on the fruit.
She was completely oblivious of me
Despite that I was one of her regular buyers.

A slight warm breeze flowed from a near by field.
Rows and rows of plants with pods of broad beans
Hanging from the stems,
Young tender beans so sweet in flavour.
I love the taste of unleavened bread,
Saturated with strong olive oil, tomato paste,
Capers and sliced olives and beans.
A glass of beer would compliment all.

The young woman now looked at me.
I asked to buy some beans.
We did not haggle.
But I had to pick the pods myself!

On my return I saw she still sucked strawberries.
She stood up to receive the money.
I stood still watching the red wet mouth.
Impulsively I kissed her.
She did not resist.  
She smiled and handed me a small container
Full of lovely red strawberries.
She smiled and sweetly said:
Compliments of a kiss.

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