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	<title>Comments on: Equinox orange</title>
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	<description>Life, history, beauty, oranges and trains</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 12:18:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: admin</title>
		<link>http://tehmina.org/2006/03/22/equinox-orange/comment-page-1/#comment-8126</link>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 07:14:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is a beautiful description and so evocative of the Roman civilisation - urban civilisation - we admire.</description>
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		<title>By: David J. Knight</title>
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		<dc:creator>David J. Knight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 20:32:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oranges I remember so well when I was in Seville, streets lined with the fresh plump fruit, the air scented with lilac blossoms and the overhanging canopy in the great park. Neroli oil sprayed onto the cobbled streets behind the Bullfighters Amphitheater. The Romans have not died. Nero and Martial would have adored the old Olympic village, now a civitas of clubs.

I particularly like the texture and feel of a petrified orange, a beautiful burnished carcass full of memories. Like sea salt brought to the upper regions of a mountain, an orange can only mean happiness.</description>
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<p>I particularly like the texture and feel of a petrified orange, a beautiful burnished carcass full of memories. Like sea salt brought to the upper regions of a mountain, an orange can only mean happiness.</p>
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