Hieronymus Bosch
Henry Miller’s California
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1 min readJun 10, 2014
he bit into the citrus,
its skin crammed under his nails like dirt.
the juice trickled down his chin
and the pulp filled the crevices between his teeth,
soon to be visible in his wide smile.
this was Paradise.
this was the forbidden fruit.
“And no one sets about saving the world unless he has first experienced the miracle of personal salvation.”