Strawberry Ifeelmyself __hot__ -

Today, I am reclaiming the strawberry.

Then, I bit it.

Not the pale, seedy, refrigerated ghosts they sell in plastic clamshells in December. I’m talking about the real thing. The one you find tucked under a green canopy of leaves, still warm from the sun. It is so red it looks like a stop sign. It is so fragrant you can smell it before your lips even touch the skin. strawberry ifeelmyself

Not a nibble. A bite.