Hunched over at the waist with a stuffed wool blanket tied to her back,
she moved slowly, yet gracefully, down the cobblestone road in Ollantaytambo, Peru.
She ran her hand along a stone building to stabilize herself and looked my way.
She smiled and pointed to her back, and said, “fruta.”
She had a load of fruit on her back.
She graciously allowed me to photograph her,
and when I look at this image, I think, such beautiful sweetness,
just like fruta.