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I found the orange after
it rolled away, with light
on it’s surface, ingrained in it’s
peal. I held it over my cousin’s
head, we joked about it’s taste
and how our grandmother would
compare it to a sun. Then he grabbed
it out of my hand and ran
into the past, to give it to
the peasants who didn’t have
voices when the churches burned.

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