The child wore a red shirt, and his short pants were brown with the dirt from the pavement. He looked intently at the heap of red cherries with brown stalks. Both child and cherry appeared fresh with the first rain of the Indian monsoon.
He smiled joyfully at the harvest his parents planned to sell at this busy market in Mumbai. The child hugged the heap of fruit for the last time, while his mother shouted out, "Fresh cherries for sale!"
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