so reads the memory of roadside picnics, the simple act of using fingernails to score the skin of an orange then to carefully peel the skin away from the sweet flesh found inside. Call it a unique culinary skill. Bruce was smitten with the ease and manner in which this simple act was performed. From this memory, and more, this book of love poems (and my graphite drawing) was conceived ... Quarter Peeled Oranges.
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