By day three in Rome, we all felt weary. My family and I had planned an extended tour of Italy, visiting sites of faded glory. During the long walk to the next tourist attraction on our list, I came to a full stop at the sight of rich, verdant life thriving in the middle of the city. While the rest of my family walked on without me, I lingered on the sidewalk to photograph the unexpected sight: a streetful of trees heavy with ripe oranges.
A few lay squashed, sacrificed to the pavement, releasing a sweet, clean scent beneath my feet. Their ordinary beauty was a bright joy…
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