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ly had some truth in it; she made you look for things beyond what you
could see. I could imagine Doc Homer dreaming up these namesconfident we’d both take noble courses.
Suddenly I felt dragged down by emotions as I walked alongas if I’d swum out into a calm sea and
encountered a bad undertow. I carried my suitcases toward the edge of town.
An olddensely planted pecan orchard stretched out from the edge of the courthouse squareand
somewhere behind it lay Emelina’s place. The reflected sky ran like a vein of silver in the irrigation ditch
but when I left the street and stepped under the canopy of trees it was dark. If you’ve never walked
through an old orchardyou have to imagine this: it presents you with an optical illusion. You move
through what looks like a hodgepodge thicket of treesbut then at intervals you find yourself at the center
of longmaddeningly straight rows of treesstanding like soldiers at attention. There’s a graveyard in
northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon
to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this
dizzyingdiagonalperfectly straightso after all it wasn’t a fores [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
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