A tomato mandala showed up on the kitchen table. The four petals fold back to reveal a wheel within a wheel. Squeeze the tomato to sauce, juice or paste. Slice it. Leave it alone. Look at it. Gaze deeply into the brown circle, protected by four copper green leaves. This tomato, in all its redness, doesn't lie still. It easily rolls. The truth of the tomato is something extra, like balsamic vinegar, or mayonnaise. You gotta eat it to believe it.
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