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When he’d resisted he thought he’d laid his claim upon it forever and secure. Not this alone but also that he’d made a judgement for them both. Imagine then his horror when she ate the fruit he had refused, chewed up that flesh, drank of that dripping juice, devoured the skin and swallowed all the seed within. Yet worse was to come! for some time around dusk, when the light was unsure and he waited for lightning to strike her, he saw she’d become a tree too, many branched, complexed with blossom, growing tall and bearing rich fruit of her own.
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:09 AM UTC
The Apple in the Garden
When he’d resisted he thought he’d laid his claim upon it forever and secure. Not this alone but also that he’d made a judgement for them both. Imagine then his horror when she ate the fruit he had refused, chewed up that flesh, drank of that dripping juice, devoured the skin and swallowed all the seed within. Yet worse was to come! for some time around dusk, when the light was unsure and he waited for lightning to strike her, he saw she’d become a tree too, many branched, complexed with blossom, growing tall and bearing rich fruit of her own.
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:09 AM UTC
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