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I am Dani Smith, sometimes known around the web as Eglentyne.  I am a writer in Texas.  I like my beer and my chocolate bitter and my pens pointy.

This blog is one of my hobbies.  I also knit, sew, run, parent, cook, eat, read, and procrastinate.  I have too many hobbies and don’t sleep enough.  Around here I talk about whatever is on my mind, mostly reading and writing, but if you hang out long enough, some knitting is bound to show up.  

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    Friday
    Jan142011

    More Than What It Seems: Grapefruit Edition

    They are never just grapefruit, these pinky-golden dreams I find in my tree.

    A grapefruit, recently of the tree in my back yard. The dirt washes away.

    They are freshness.

    They are zest.

    They are balm.

    They are fortification.

    They are sunshine.

    They are delicious.

    Mmm, brains. Oh wait. No, that’s grapefruit too. Recently eviscerated from its peel.

    Reader Comments (5)

    Also, they are drunkenness. They are flesh. They are sting.

    January 14, 2011 | Registered CommenterEglentyne

    Also, all that shit applies to me, too. But with a little more "awesome" thrown in here and there.

    ;)

    January 14, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAmy D

    Amy, what did I do without you in my digital life? You need a poem too. "Awesome Amy" is too easy and yet so true.

    January 14, 2011 | Registered CommenterEglentyne

    You probably cried a lot before I was around. Mike had the same problem (or so I tell him, every chance I get. . . ).

    Anyway:

    I have a poem, actually. Written by my college roommate. hold on. . .

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/aquaduck02/1343863753/in/set-72157601913177343

    January 14, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAmy D

    I did cry a lot. It's true.

    Your poem is lovely. It just needs more AWESOME. Some awesome sauce, perhaps?

    January 14, 2011 | Registered CommenterEglentyne

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