the clementine.
a bright orb to pull from your pocket.
the sun of winter.
the passing of peace between friends and almost friends and not yet friends. by the slice.
i have eaten so many of these lately i expect my skin to turn orange, starting in my fingertips, where under my nails it has already begun--the price of peeling. the smell is not very different from christmas and it lingers in a room the way i wish christmas would linger.
are you noticing a theme? i do not like rushed goodbyes unless i'm leaving.
thank you clementine for lighting my days.
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can't wait to see you. can we eat clementines togethers?
I've told you this, but Gianpiero related to me that there was a wall between the North of Italy and the South, with a hole just big enough to pass through those little clementines.
Delicious. Darla loves these and LOVES to peel all by her big girl self. Can't wait to see you.
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