I always pluck my passion from the lavish orange fruit tree, all soft and covered with stretching sunlight that blossoms and unfolds across the flat, brown landscape which tips its head and stares at me keenly through my bedroom window. The sun always peaks when I can not see it, at its height in the dark blue sky, when it is littered at night with
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