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A wild fantasy

What happens to all the oranges hanging on my neighbors' trees would they let me have a bag of em if I bargained or said pretty please Why are all the fruit-tree houses near the Sharing Shelf not sharing any or perhaps i'm too slow and miss the time when they donate many Or do they sell them to the markets or give them to far-off food banks someday maybe I'll grow my own tree full of juicy oranges, and join their ranks Add to that a lawn-to-garden meadow sprinkled with wildflowers -- my fantasy and a Little Free Library of only-kids books in a tiny uncluttered home by the sea But not the beach -- they're too scantily clad ...I guess I could grow one from seeds, now without having to move out for this plan to work I'd share as many oranges as the tree will allow

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