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Sweet Taste of Spring

KSENIA PYCHKO

The very act of eating watermelon was just so alien to what seemed right and proper in the world.

They were sitting on a beach, on a spring beach. Nothing in the ocean was different, nothing even looked like the rebirth of the world but they knew that it was.

It really didn’t matter that the wind blew stronger and stronger, that seagulls were crying more and more pitifully for a boy and a girl who just enjoyed the sweetest taste of that watermelon on their lips, their cheeks, fingers and hearts. The first March sun just started to heat rocks on the beach and the sweet couple felt a great tide of energy coming.

Everything seemed to be just perfect for them as if the world was love and they were pure children of it.