A few weeks ago in my phonetics class we listened to a song called "Le Citronnier" by Amélie-les-Crayons, a song about love and lemon trees. Since that time the song has constantly been in my mind.
Some days I wonder if my heart became a lemon tree and I had to take it back to Virginia with me and replant it, then would it survive there? To be sure the same sun shines there that shines on France, it just shines here 6 hours earlier. And it's actually warmer there then here. But still, this lingering doubt, a question: Is it even possible to go back to the way things were and will the roots ever run as deep as they once did?
I fear the answer is no.
Some days I wonder if my heart became a lemon tree and I had to take it back to Virginia with me and replant it, then would it survive there? To be sure the same sun shines there that shines on France, it just shines here 6 hours earlier. And it's actually warmer there then here. But still, this lingering doubt, a question: Is it even possible to go back to the way things were and will the roots ever run as deep as they once did?
I fear the answer is no.
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