Photo by: Claudia Grinnell

The Smell of Oranges My mother would ask If I wanted them cut or peeled I'd answer that I wanted them peeled if only to see her fingers hold them like clay to be molded. After peeling their husk, she would put her thumbs in the centre and break each into halves; Later separate the slices, one by one. I marvel at the flexible skins pulling away, not ever breaking at the pressure. -- Jill Chan

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