Oranges.
A thousand oranges dropping from the trees into a high mountain stream.
Dropping, dropping, dropping endlessly into the water while the scent of them hung everywhere over the stream and weaved in and out of the miles and miles of coffee plantations around me.
I was 4000 feet up the side of a volcano near the tiny village of Boquete, Panama where …
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