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	Have you ever seen oranges in the snow ? I want to say beautiful oranges ready to be eaten, still set on the orange tree, among a luxuriant green foliage, but with snow all around, while white is bringing out both orange and green. Granted ! I never seen it too. But I should ! Maybe when pigs fly ? But don't you know ? In days of yore, the land was an earthly paradise. Birds were singing in the trees which were coming out in pimples. Leaves were rustling all around. Ducks were swimming inside the millpond. Mice were larking about near dozy cats on a lane. The ocean was ebbing and flowing as a quiet breathing. Just rust was reminding that time was still working. Mindless and ruthless ones emerged from nowhere. Like a rushing sea, they flowed into the land. Like brownies of another world, easy in their mind, they seemed to connive with any devilish creatures. Their emcee was prepared to do anything to find the Emerald and turned ugly, scorning any reproof, any scolding, and the island was put to fire and sword. And that lasted during so many years ... Now the snow light up the gloaming but the orange tree has lost its emerald leaves and the orange colour has turned into blood-red hue ... 15/08/11 Isabelle Coquinot