The perfect raspberry

You know, how, when you are out in the yard picking raspberries and you see an absolutely perfect raspberry – plump, deep red and so ripe that it is beginning to let go of its stem and you reach for it and just as your finger tip touches it, it falls to the ground and, even though there are loads of great raspberries for the taking you just cannot let that perfect one go so you find yourself half-crawling on the ground under the bushes to get it and you discover many other absolutely perfect raspberries that must have fallen recently and are yours for the taking? I love that.

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