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“There was nothing quite like honeycomb. Still warm from the sun, the hexagonal cells split under my teeth. The rich, sweet flavor slicked back over my tongue and into my cheek in a sugared burst, viscous and heady. It was summer. And summer melted ice.” — Ruth McKell
There was nothing quite like honeycomb.
Still warm from the sun, the hexagonal cells split under my teeth. The rich, sweet flavor slicked back over my tongue and into my cheek in a sugared burst, viscous and heady.
It was summer.
And summer melted ice.