Not Seeing - Anita Virgil
Not seeing The room is white Until that red apple.
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Plenitude - Jan. L. Richardson
At lunch today it was the purple of the olive pits against my cobalt plate that stunned me. At tea, the gold of a peach bloodstained by its stone. I do not know where the greater part of the miracle lies: that I should pause to notice this, or that I, a woman of such great hungers, should be so well satisfied by such small things.