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Down in the yarrow princes and princesses eat the green, yellow, and red apples (toddlers get apple sauce) Teachers share them all day they ask questions and practise answers, always something new under the sun, and then we sleep under the moon and the stars From childhood I hang my branches full of apples until they can't hold the weight and collapse under the burden or break from old age Yes, I have grown old Searching for connections I get lost more and more often (and I eat apple sauce again)
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Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 3:54 AM UTC
I am an apple tree
Down in the yarrow princes and princesses eat the green, yellow, and red apples (toddlers get apple sauce) Teachers share them all day they ask questions and practise answers, always something new under the sun, and then we sleep under the moon and the stars From childhood I hang my branches full of apples until they can't hold the weight and collapse under the burden or break from old age Yes, I have grown old Searching for connections I get lost more and more often (and I eat apple sauce again)
Genesis 3:4 (Tree of the knowledge of good and evil) Collection "Silent walk"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 3:54 AM UTC
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