Touray

Ode to Touray

I picked up an orange, rather maybe, an orange picked up me.

Beautiful in color, beautiful in smell, naturally sweet.

It often amazes me the things that God creates, the thing that sprout out, the things that grows from trees. So I sit, and there it rolls down the side of my face, landing on my desk. Beautiful and sweet for me to enjoy. Naturally speaking, naturally opening for me.

 

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