J.P. Infante
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On the Tip of Your Mother's Tongue
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On the Tip of Your Mother's Tongue
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“I thought the same color meant the same taste.
Tangerines, oranges and the sun. Citrus.
When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men undes knives for oranges, she become God.
I imagined what she could do with the sun.”
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Tangerines, oranges and the sun. Citrus.
When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men undes knives for oranges, she become God.
I imagined what she could do with the sun.”
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“I thought the same color meant the same taste.
Tangerines, oranges and the sun. Citrus.
When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men undes knives for oranges, she become God.
I imagined what she could do with the sun.”
―
Tangerines, oranges and the sun. Citrus.
When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men undes knives for oranges, she become God.
I imagined what she could do with the sun.”
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