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Ambrosia

My mother served us cantelope at the beginning of every summer meal. The fruit is infused with the memory of how she nurtured our family. Last night, I tasted my first melon of the season. Standing over the sink, the sweet juices dripping down my face, I thought: this is as good as it gets.

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