When I look into the orange groves I see a prison walls but this time it is a wall of orange trees. I see my people working for the white man like it is okay.I hear nothing but the birds and the wind for most of the year. All I can smell is the citrus from the orange groves. I fell relaxed but trapped around orange groves and mountains. Some times I wish I could leave but at the end of the day I can’t leave. Getting to live among these trees makes me fell claustrophobic out side in the open air because even if I leave I know I will have to came back.
Good post, looks like you could need a picture or something.
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