Today, I ate an orange the color of an autumn sky its sweetness tinged with tang, awry - the flavour of the sun; a fruit for ancient nobles in regal robes of silk and gold draped thick in jewels manifold, who fought to eat just one... a child out picking cotton starving for a bite to eat, thirsting for an orange sweet to eat, but there was none - the dustbowl dried, then vanished. That child who left her dirt floor home, her wandering feet the world to roam, her years of hunger done - would bloom into my mother. That memory was bittersweet; of longing for one orange, sweet, beneath a blazing sun... and each time she ate one the bitter came undone - her sweetest treasure, won... ... Today I ate an orange- sweet wealth in every one.
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Sweet. No pun intended. ☺️🥰