The boy had been told stories of a lemon tree. It had been the paramount fixture in the yard of his first home. A small house in Columbia, South Carolina. He could remember little of those years, but there was a vague reminiscence of a time when things were good and his universe was warm and sweet under the steaming southern sun. He remem……
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