Grit and Glee

It's a sunny Friday morning, I am in the kitchen of a very dear friend's house. My tea steams in a pale green china cup and a clock with a mottled face ticks behind me on the wall. Sitting brightly at the periphery of my sight there is an orange on a pretty saucer that... Continue Reading →

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