when i look out of the corner of my window
there is the apple-tree. full in her burden of apples. there are two spruces, all untamed and aiming at heaven. there are the little birds singing ultrasound in the apple-tree. and there are trams and too many cars, like a neverending river, roaring beneath and above all that. i am sad for the apple-tree, for […]
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