Orange eaters

by Bonnie Pockley

This morning the wind blew open both front doors. It’d been raging around before this – demanding our attention, calling us to come out. So we prepared some oranges and went to dance with it for a while – appeasing the tempest, re-joining the wild…


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Coffee cup courtesy of a special gypsy-hearted friend.