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Rainy summer day under the fig tree
I smell Philosykos, close my eyes and the next thing I know I'm on summer holiday from kindergarten, the rain has just stopped and the sun starts smiling shy from beneath the clouds. I go out to play under the fig tree we have in our garden and what do I see there - tiny green figs are starting to grow from its fragile branches. I pick one up and the white, sticky milk runs all over my little fingers. Yum, I think. I can't wait for it to get ripe.