No, it’s not mirrors and magic like the Great and Powerful Oz, nor is it the Son of God hanging on a cross, but a life-saving wind machine.
Today, the day after Easter, it took on a symbolic meaning to me as I looked up at it from the orange’s perspective. I’d never thought like an orange before, and maybe you haven’t either, but here’s your chance.
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