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  • Have you ever bit into an orange as if it were an apple?

    I walked through the orange plantation today beside the studio where I am staying. I was thirsty from the salami and cheese at lunch and the bright shiny bunches of oranges taunted me. I plucked one off a branch and sat down on a rock at the edge of the grove, peeling away at it. I flicked off piece after piece but the skin kept sticking. After a few more tries, I looked at the soft, veiny flesh and gave in. I bit into it like a big, round apple.

    Mangled, fleshy pulp. Soft, chewy and juicy running down my fingers. The joy. Another bite. Sunshine in my mouth. Sweetness, sweetness, honey. Pieces fall to the ground. Body bright, light, strong. Little, naked orange, one and then two and then gone.
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