The slice of orange on the counter, shriveled--a crust of fruit. Label the vine, dip into the criticism of citrus, the taunt of tangerine. We all have taste buds we want to tame.
"Listen to me. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don't matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake." -Jean Rhys
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