I found her hiding from me in the shed; tucked away in a long forgotten crate. As I stroked her elegant neck, I smiled and I remembered how she tasted during our last brief but exciting meeting.
It came back to me in a flash; her effervescence, her golden appearance, her sweet heavy scent. I swear I could taste the candi sugar she was surely made from as she slipped down my throat slaking my parched thirst.
And then she was gone, just a memory. And yet I felt sure it was not the last time I would see Gallia or her sweet Belgian sisters.
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