Dried apricots, imported from America:
Suede-soft discs on a white plate
easy, spread open to the gaze.
Their taste bursts on the tongue:
The thermonuclear snack!
A sun in every bite.
Dried apricots, Indian:
Dusty small round dull-coloured. They are sweet, but you have to fight for them: flesh clenched around stone. Break the stone for the hidden nut. They teach the sweetness that doesn't come too easily.

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