Apples in The Afternoon
Apple shade, the smell of fallen fruit hangs in air drifting me to ocean summers still tasting of apples warm from brown bags, crunch of sand between my teeth, salty lips pressed against my sun-dry mouth.
Apple shade, the smell of fallen fruit hangs in air drifting me to ocean summers still tasting of apples warm from brown bags, crunch of sand between my teeth, salty lips pressed against my sun-dry mouth.
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