Theres a sense of warmth when my thoughts wander back to these orchardsof my youth

I remember lines of bare still trees on flat sandy ground. There's a sense of warmth when my thoughts wander back to these orchards of my youth. ... The orchards captured my imagination and calmed and soothed me. Old and gray now, but still I'll steal off by myself into a neighbor's neat and tidy orchard.

Explanation:

mark brainlist even i took from google

the correct answer is:   [c]:

                    →     " leave it out. "  

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