It was one of the better peach orchards.
To lie under the peach trees and look up at the sky through the fragmentary gaps of leaves and fruit, cradled by the summer earth beneath -- for it was that time of year when the grass was dry and the earth was hard and warm and one eventually found a comfortable position and then did not want to move . . .
And if there was a fox in the peach orchard, at least she did not steal the peaches.
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