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The apple sits helpless and waits and once its mates have given it up as past it's best once the rot sets in and it starts to lose its ripeness that's when the aroma rises the fruit flies arrive in droves and they feast on what's left as the apple dreams of pressed cider sisters as the flies persist in their feast and it sits at its core oblivious of the fermenting opportunity missed
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
what's left
The apple sits helpless and waits and once its mates have given it up as past it's best once the rot sets in and it starts to lose its ripeness that's when the aroma rises the fruit flies arrive in droves and they feast on what's left as the apple dreams of pressed cider sisters as the flies persist in their feast and it sits at its core oblivious of the fermenting opportunity missed
An image prompted by a line from Bohemian Rapsody
stevejeff
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
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