Abundance (In memory of Mary Oliver) by Amy Schmidt It’s impossible to be lonely when you’re zesting an orange. Scrape the soft rind once and the whole room fills with fruit. Look around: you have more than enough. Always have. You just didn’t notice until now. Happy Diwali TIP family and especially to the Indian poets writing here. May the festival bring you light and prosperity. For today's writing challenge, Write a piece of prose/poem centered around an orange/s and the act of peeling it. Let your imagination fly high. Tag the piece with #orange No AI generated piece will be entertained. Multiple entries are welcome. Max lines for poems: 20 Have fun 🧞