mandarin

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One day I was walking down the road: it was chilly dawn in November. On the street bollard, there were three pieces of mandarin. They were peeled, freshly laid on the bollard which touching the cold metal surface with their fragile skin. And it was still bright orange color which was wet by the rain from just a few minutes ago. Only from sight, I could feel the vulnerability and the coldness.