the apple - a short story.
first you're a beautiful, innocent flower. You run the one time or another a liaison with a bee. Until you become a fruit, then the bees do not know more about you, but other creatures. you will born somewhere in the world and if someone finds you're traveling you.
offer you many perspectives before you lazy bitterly: A fruit salad. A cake. A juice. One bite. Now you
ask you why you really do not decide themselves were allowed where your road.
Iko looked in the mirror. His wheelchair threw two round shadows on the ground.
An apple - a short story
First you're a little, wonderful blossom. You start to have relationships with this or that little bee. That day you become a fruit, the bees don't want to know anything about you, but other creatures.
You'll born anywhere on earth and if someone finds you, you'll travel a lot.
They offer you a lot of perspectives, before you start to decay: Fruit salad. Cake. Juice. Bite.
Now you ask yourself, why didn't you decide on your own, which way you would go.
Iko looked in the mirror. His wheelchair drops two round shadows on the ground.
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