"Earth’s Response" by Celia Johnson
- Roi Fainéant
- Oct 26
- 1 min read

A child steps into an orange grove. Not realizing it, he continues to strut along. I am sorry that I can’t explain to you my dear why the earth does its magical things. But at that very moment, an orange broke from the tree and made home for the boy’s head. This snapped him back to earth’s beautiful reality. Coming to sense where he was, the boy began to smell the delicious fragrances, and the beautiful state of all of the oranges. Not one was rotten or miscolored. All had the same fresh painted skin, golden in the sun. The boy, still admiring their beauty, plucked one effortlessly. He held the orange with cupped hands. It seemed to humble him, the sight of a single but mighty aspect of the moment.




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