The poetry of raspberries is the poetry of summer rubies. Heaped high in small baskets, short-lived scarlet jewels. Miniature fruit of delicate whiskers and stubborn invisible seeds. Fragile to the touch and fashioned like so many tiny stemless goblets to sip joy from.

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