teh photos we failed to take

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in this photo that i failed to take for you there is a satsuma, fallen from an indian fruit and vegetable stall in the middle of southampton market rolling down a newly paved area of the square as if it had ideas of its own about the way it wanted to spend its afternoon - brilliant orangeness trundling along on black, exactly between two pristine yellow "no-parking" lines, and then beneath and between the wheels of a boy's chrome bicycle to the surprise and delight of four west-indian women waiting for their bus with their shopping bags as i strode up the hill.