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Lady Alice

 WOOOOOOO!!!

I didn't think that an apple could taste like cotton candy. I didn't think that I'd want one to. 

What a treat. Much like going to an amusement park on a day in June when the weather is absolutely perfect. The lines aren't too long. Every child is happy. 

This isn't an everyday apple, but my lord it is a special treat. She's gotta go in the orchard and maybe we'd start a festival celebrating her harvest time. But let's not hang on too long, when she's ready, we enjoy her, when her time has passed, we remain grateful for the memories and get excited for the next time that she comes around. But let's not dwell on the sadness of missing her, let's remember her in joy. 

And even as the taste of cotton candy becomes distant, a mere shimmer where the explosion of her essence once lived, we continue to cultivate happiness because that's how much of a blessing every moment with her is. 

May there always be a smile, always. 

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