A Gift Of Figs

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From the ” you don’t know what you don’t know ” department:

Three fresh figs ( there’s a wee tongue twister for you) were placed on my work desk this morning by the eccentric but generous woman who visits, and tries to sell all sorts of stuff to, the locals at the marae.

I looked up and had no idea what they were initially, until she told me. I had only seen them in dried form previously.

They look cool, and a little alien, but I haven’t eaten one yet.

Maybe I just want the mystery and kindness of the random gift to continue a little longer…