The tangerine, hard and leathery, sat in the basket
with some obviously much fresher fruit.
with some obviously much fresher fruit.
I picked it up.
"Not edible," I judged, and started to toss it in the green waste.
For some reason, I stopped and cut it in half.
Curiosity, I guess.
The fruit, yes very small, was deeply colored like sunset.
I cut the halves once more, and tentatively tasted.
The sweetness overwhelmed me;
How could something so small and withered
quench such a deep thirst that I never knew I had?
say/2025
image: Villa Maria, October 2025
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