So, my sweet friend Annliese has a theory that a person’s aura/persona can be summed up metaphorically in some form of produce. I have yet to discern what my personal produce is, but Annliese has determined that hers is a papaya. I have no idea how she came to this conclusion, but either way, every time I see papaya I think of my friend.
When we were in St. Croix there were multiple papaya trees outside our cabin, and I blew up Annliese’s phone, of course, to tell her so.
I named this one Annliese.