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A tiny apple in the tree. 
Our straining eyes could just 
about make it out in the branches. 
I think we enjoyed the thought that something 
was smaller than us. It hung deep red 
with a sliver of sun shimmering off its surface. 
Each of us felt the apple was ours alone. 
Each of us pretended an exclusive affinity 
with the tiny apple in the tree. 
It was our special secret which we would cherish 
as if it was the most significant memory of 
our lives. 
Our collective breath sighing in fruitful pleasure 
at what surely would be a delicious bite. 

This was the term that separated us. 
Half of us wanted to gaze in admiration at 
the apple forever. 
The other half was planning on 
how to eat it.