Some sketches.
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The Office
You could hear the whistling of wheels on wet pavement outside any window in the world; could follow the fast footfall of heels and sneakers and dress shoes in any office corridor in the world; could catch the clatter of glasses and plates and cups and metal utensils in any kitchen in the world.
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Oranges
I never expected to love oranges the way I did in Belgium. Not because they were any different from the oranges I’d eaten in America. Not because they were ever in short supply, despite not being native to the Low Countries. And certainly not because they were the only fruit I ate away from home. (Shoutout to the many other fruits I cooked and baked with—pears, apples, strawberries, mangoes, and especially pineapples—plus the others I craved, like peaches.) Rather, by just a few too many overlapping circumstances to be called “coincidence,” oranges ended up populating my days, nights, and even my imagination.
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Between Two Rivers 