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The apples grow as a sweet and mellow tune in a world that would do better to listen to such quiet things.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2020.
The apple skins were so many hues, as is the way of nature, to bring us such beauty in variation. Each was perfect and imperfect, yet all were sweet within.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 14, 2019.
Apples grew upon the boughs as if each were a sweet dream made all the sweeter by sunny days.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2020.
Apples grow as the Christmas gifts of the autumn season, red and green amid the green garland of trees.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2020.
Each apple was a sweet world unto itself, a globe of green blushed pink.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2020.
Each autumn there was a constellation of apples in the tender branches.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 10, 2020.