Qinchuan persimmons, perfectly round and blushing red, hang in the air like still-life lanterns, burning witho…
Qinchuan persimmons, perfectly round and blushing red, hang in the air like still-life lanterns, burning without flame. They are impossibly sweet, with skins so thin and flesh so full they seem destined to burst at the slightest touch. Perhaps that is why nature gifted them with an invisible wing, a delicate grace to protect such fragile perfection.