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Mila walked to the strawberry patch
as images of love and Prince Charming ran rampant
throughout her sanguine mind and chased away
any dispirited thoughts she may have had about love.
So many wonderful things had happened in the strawberry patch
and she intended for wonderful things to happen to her.
She had heard about the great tragedies that had also occurred there,
but she intended to be very careful in her selection,
so as to avoid such tragedies.
Mila stood at the gates and lingered for just a moment,
taking the time to wish a fond farewell to her past,
for she was aware that after setting foot in the strawberry patch
she would never again be the same.
And so with a smile and a little bounce in her step
she entered, not knowing quite what to expect.
As Mila stood before the strawberry patch,
its enchanting gates closed behind her, she stood,
captivated by what she saw.
There were so many, many girls and it seemed as if
the strawberry patch was boundless, its acreage immeasurable.
Mila watched as some of the girls carefully chose a perfect berry
for themselves, turning it over and over in their hands,
inspecting it for bruises and signs of decay,
and brushing away any soil from the berry's flawless red flesh
before sinking their teeth in,
Many of these girls were pleased with the taste,
bringing their berry home,
knowing no other berry could ever be so sweet.
While others, displeased with the taste,
threw the remaining berry to the ground
and began again their search for the perfect berry.
Mila watched as some of the girls would sample a berry
without taking the time to examine it first. Most of these girls
were left with sour or rotten tastes in their mouths
that made their beautiful faces twist and contort into
something almost unrecognizable.
Most of these girls took more care in examining the next berry
while others would repeat their mistake over and over again.
Some of the girls, seeing what a foul berry could do,
would only pick a berry to crush it in her fist,
taking great satisfaction from watching
as the juice ran and dripped from her hands,
before tossing the destroyed berry aside and picking another.
Mila decided to take great care in her berry selection,
only tasting a berry after it had met certain qualifications,
her plan worked well in the beginning, but
she soon found that some of the berries that
had passed her specifications had a rather bland taste to them,
and some that had not,
left her yearning for more than the berry had to offer.
So Mila wandered the strawberry patch until Death came to take her.
And she smiled upon him,
for she had had many loves and few regrets.