They are like three sisters, my apple trees, holding each other, spreading blossom like secrets, and as I sit here writing, a petal falls on my page as if they know I am talking about them. And, shhh, they like it.
They are like three sisters, my apple trees, holding each other, spreading blossom like secrets, and as I sit here writing, a petal falls on my page as if they know I am talking about them. And, shhh, they like it.
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