Does it matter whether it was pear or persimmon, winesap or sugar apple, soursop, fig? And were they really the very first who wished to slake a thirst, feed a hunger for a thing they didn't know they wanted until they did? Under the trees, in wartime, no moon— someone digs a hole beneath the trees. Father or grandmother, enemy soldier. Family crest, pearl necklace, bleached skeleton. Gold bar or unexploded ordnance: sooner or later, any knowledge collects its price.
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