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One fine Spring day, in the afternoon, a young woman named Julia walked along a path to a lonely tree, which she loved being under. Considering it to be that time of the year, when oranges would bloom, the weather would bring that rather warm glow, and the blending hues of the leaves of highlights and shadows. If there was nothing more than Julia loved, is being under the orange tree, in the middle of May. She gazed upon the tree, where the sunlight was bursting through the leaves and onto the grassy ground and soil, producing little beams of sunlight. She then took a sniff in the air, to smell the scent of the fruit upon the trees as she cou