It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled
over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The
temperature was like a caress. I remember . . . that I climbed up a
tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in Itness. I did not call it by
that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.
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