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For the Old Apple Trees - March 20, 2023

you’re a Granny Smith I’m a McIntosh (touch of Irish) he’s a Golden Delicious she’s a Fuji didn’t we run young and silly

through that orchard sampling

everything found one or two that caught our eye took a big bite fell in love dug ourselves up moved roots and all next to theirs got entangled never moved again perhaps that’s why we stopped reaching and touching others it became too much of a stretch too far to reach?


well that apple grove is bigger now and I hear the new varieties are amazing wonderful tasty it’s just too bad we can’t graft a piece of ourselves onto a pair of pruned roots and go for a long walk see if that appetite returns mouth ready to engage with what the eyes haven’t seen for such a long time

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