Life and Compost

Perhaps the contents of seed pot – liberated from M&S in a daring (shopping) raid, feel jealous of the apples preening themselves just over the wooden fence – in the dip – in the bowl of the plaited landscape of the tabletop. And maybe the apples are uneasy on seeing this slight vision of their tomorrow. But comes the consoling mouth. All are equal at the end of the incline.

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