Walking in Seville

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Orange lined sidewalks, lush leafy trees perfuming every street.
He planted them when she asked for snow, the legend goes.
Now the ground falls pure in Seville springtime
White blossoms blanketing pedestrian feet.
They have so many orange trees in Seville, every tourist will say.
Natives will tell you not to take a bitter bite, but
follow the color and you will find
the garden, Adam’s Eden in a city. It can be spotted, lush and large, from
the highest tower built for the walk of a donkey. A palace oasis of romance from a time
of golden towers. It’s a far-away wild jungle within arm’s reach. Find yourself
in a mosaic corner and listen to the water spit. Leave those celestial walls and enter a
playground for Indiana Jones, each tan rooftop asking for a legend. He could easily scale
that city. Find a random street and try a…

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