I dreamed I drove on a Florida road, still and straight and empty. On either side were groves of orange trees, so that as I turned to look at them from time to time, line after line of orange trees stretched back endlessly from the road their boughs heavy with round orange fruit. My wonder grew as the miles slipped by. How could the harvest be gathered? Suddenly I realized that for all the hours...
The Parable of the Orange Groves
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