There's a special period of time denoted by sticky skin and dripping eyebrows when peaches must be consumed at every possible opportunity. How many summers will I have to revel in cobblers, ice cream, compote toppings on olive oil cakes, all distinctively marked by the sweet flesh of the reigning stone fruit of the South? Let me sink my teeth into your body while I can— I am greedy and I want all of you.
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