Ordinary things

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Last night, I carried an orange upstairs with me as my evening snack.  When I peeled it, there was a perfectly formed baby orange inside, complete with thin perfect skin and perfectly formed, tiny segments inside.  I would have taken a photo, but it was really so adorable and intriguing that I became scientist before artist, taking it apart to see if it was going to be a whole baby orange inside the mother orange.  It was.  I ate it.

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Looking for a cuddle One of the great things about living
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This is the view from my window just now, with dawn coming from the east
My old dog is pacing this morning as he often does these days. He's a
I absolutely adore figs. I don't think I'd ever eaten one until I was an
[caption id="attachment_2513" align="alignleft" width="300"] Looking for a cuddle[/caption] One of the great things about living
By now, most of you must know I have a new book out, The All

One thought on “Ordinary things

  1. hb

    When I was a kid, my bro and I used to fight over the baby in an orange. We loved them so much.

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