The sun dissolved to winter, the sea froze into ice…Grey clouds weight down the pressure, cold air brushes the ground..We sacrificed the apples, and we have killed the worms!..Leaf after leaf is leaving, is turning into dust..Now Apple Tree is empty, and Alma is feeling lonely, she’s naked and she starves!
It looks like a Prozac scenery, she thought..too young, too wild, too restless to narcotize the Tree!And so she leaves to City..Farewell my Tree of wisdom, hello to real Life, it’s time to feast with people, until the spring will come!
It doesn’t look like Prozac..is living by the sea, puffing the magic dragon, in the land of Hanalei..:)
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