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I adore this! My father was an orange grower, and throughout my schooldays I would walk home from the bus stop through our groves, and during several months of the year I could pick several oranges to eat as my after-school snack. It didn't give me joy then, tasty as those fruits were, but as an adult I exult in the miracle. Now I have my own lemon tree which has a similar effect. <3 You've conveyed the deliciousness experienced by both the gardener and pilgrim. Thank you!

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Sublime!

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What joy bursting forth with every line…ahhhh and thank you

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Thanks Lauren; glad you enjoyed it!

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"Oh, may your joy now be blood-orange

And your peace a green hedge within."

What a vibrant benediction! I love this poem.

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Cheers Mark!

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Love your work Peter! I saw that you have a novella on here. I'm going to start working my way through that. Thank you for all your hard work

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Thanks Brother! I hope you enjoy the novella -- I had a lot of fun with the accelerated pacing and the subjective omniscient point of view when writing it. Let me know what you think!

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This is beautiful- such intense imagery. I’ll have to revisit this one in the dead of winter!

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I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Susanna. Cheers!

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Love this. Our black walnut trees are bursting with nuts. The squirrels love them. The lawnmower not so much. Our apple trees too.

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A joyful, fruitful season begins! Thanks Katie.

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It sure does!

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