Using just my sight I see that this fruit is almost a perfect sphere. It is about the same size as softball, but because of what looks like indentations and knots, it has lost its perfect shape. The colors of this fruit make it look as though it has been badly bruised. Where it once resembled part of a spectrum going gradually from light orange to bright red has now been interrupted by large brown scab like marks. I take a closer look and notice what looks like millions of little pores covering every inch of the surface. At the center of each "pore" the color becomes a bit brighter than the surrounding area. Upon rotating the fruit clockwise, I notice one large gash moving vertically along the side. As I continue rotating I count three more scars similar to the first.

I then look at it from a birds eye view, and I become aware of a perfectly round indentation at the highest point of

With the removal of each layer the smell becomes much stronger and my fingers have become drenched in the sweet juices that have escaped through the punctures I have made with my nails. When I've completely peeled off every trace of the creamy pink layer, I am left with a bright pink fruit. What was once badly beaten and bruised is now a beautiful piece of fruit. The many outer layers served a purpose, to protect this precious fruit in the middle. The bright pink fruit is covered in tiny little veins running throughout the fresh looking fruit.

Bringing the fruit close to my nose I take in a deep breath taking in the bittersweet citrus smell into my lungs. I feel a sigh of relief as the soothing scent begins calming all of my frustrated nerves. I take in another breath and examine it more closely. The scent is sweet like an orange. At the same time there is the presence of a sour scent almost like a lemon but not as acrid as lemons usually are. After taking a few more breaths, I again place my fruit on the desk and realize that the refreshing smell still remains on my hands. I begin smelling both hands until the smell eventually disappeared.

As I hold my fruit in my hands, I begin to play with it, gently tossing it from one hand to the other. While doing this I am reminded of playing softball. I really wish I could be playing softball instead of sitting and observing a piece of fruit. Holding the fruit in one hand I begin throwing imaginary pitches aiming directly towards the trash can, wishing I could just throw it in and forget about this unreasonable assignment. I take aim again, gently squeezing this soft yet firm fruit, pulling my arm back I follow through with the pitch. Just as I reach the point that I must release it and send it flying through the air straight towards the trashcan, I chicken out continuing to grasp the large fruit in the palm of my hand. Reminding myself of the many hours I've spent on this exercise so far all my work would have been in vain.

What else could possibly be said from only observing this fruit using only my sight? At this time I'm becoming very frustrated, unable to think of anything else to explain. Out of frustration I lay my head down continuing to examine this fruit. I begin to think about how this fruit has gotten in such bad shape. It looks like it's had a very hard life even though it may have just become ripe. The exterior of this fruit is covered with remnants of beatings, drops as well as close encounters with a kni

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