The kitchen window was open this morning, letting in that particular March light—pale gold, still carrying a hint of win...
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The persimmons at the market this morning stopped me in my tracks. They were nearly translucent in the early light, that...
The tomatoes sat on the counter this morning, their skins still cool from the refrigerator, deep red fading to pale gree...
The persimmons at the corner market looked like little amber lanterns this morning, their skins glossy and taut. I picke...