Anonymous Red Tomatoes

 anonymous red tomatoes in a copper tinted pan

Stir-fried to a warm orange hue

steam illustrating the glass lid

forming droplets of translucent pearls

 

anonymous red tomatoes in a copper tinted pan

what fate lies in store ahead?

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