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As I was slicing this grapefruit it occurred to me that it looked just
like the ones I used to buy at Buford Highway Farmers' Market in
Doraville, next to Atlanta, GA. As I was peering into the
half-transparent red depths of this fruit, I thought for a moment that
my return to Russia might have just been a dream and, as soon as my gaze
finally resurfaces from the grapefruit flesh, I might find myself still in the familiar corner on the second floor of my Georgia apartment, where I used to paint my cups and fruits. This thought would not leave me until I finished painting this one. I guess I am missing Georgia.