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i was walking from my car to the post office when i ran across an orange tree. there were a couple of them lining the sidewalk with their branches offering shade from the sharp november sun. i looked up and saw a ripe orange within my reach. i plucked it from the tree. there was a thorn next to the stem of the orange that pricked my thumb. then i ate the orange that i found on a tree by the side of the road. by the time i was finished eating i was inside the post office and some ladies came in after me and said to each other, what's that wonderful smell; its smells like an orange... and i grinned to myself because they liked the orange too.
its strange, re-living my entire life these past months, trying to re-construct the mental fortress i'd created for myself over the years. but my positive outlook has finally waxed, and long words are flowing from my brain like butter in the sun.
its strange, re-living my entire life these past months, trying to re-construct the mental fortress i'd created for myself over the years. but my positive outlook has finally waxed, and long words are flowing from my brain like butter in the sun.