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Focusing on the past |
| From the back of the truck, the farmland and forest appear to move, while the truck stands still. I sit in the back of a red beat up Ford pick-up truck, watching the countryside whiz past. I watch as wheat fields and orchards fly into the past. I do not see who is driving the truck or the road ahead because I am focused on yesterday's crops. All it would take for me to change my view and refocus my desires is to turn around and face froward. |