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When you eat strawbImageerries picked fresh from under the blazing solstice sun at noon, they are filled with heat. It is like putting drops of fierce sun on your tongue to melt sweetly into you. They are hot when they come off the plant, slowly slowly infused with sun out-of-doors. Popping these in your mouth is terransolsticesacramental communion if ever there was such a thing. It is intuitively spine-tingling to everyone and anyone to taste the warmth of the sun in your mouth. (Here youngest son communes with friends in strawberry fields.)