I spent many summers there, under the cerulean sky reflected in the ripples of the water. Birds would croon on their perches, and the breeze would rustle through the leaves of the apple trees. The apple trees! The apple...
They walk among us, do you know? For too long they’ve made you flow and when they got bored to hell, they’ve dragged you down; bid farewell. What else are you ready to learn? Truly, they are not going to return to enlighten you of the ugly truthand deprive you...
