I remember a walk my father took my sister and I on when I was little. We followed a forest path that started at the end of our street in through the trees and fern until we came to a fence.
Here he climbed over into the private orchard and picked apples for the three of us.
i remember looking into the apple after my first bite
white meat with pink veins
the most beautiful thing in the whole world
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