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Wild Twist

 This one is sweet. A little sharp. Could be mealy, but chooses not to be, at least in this moment. Red mottled skin. Pleasant crunch.

 Assigning a number to an apple feels trivial with all the things happening in the world right now. 

So I'll say I liked it, but she probably won't make it into my orchard. The orchard doesn't exist yet, but one day it will. As there will also be peace and respect across the species, the races, the nations...it won't be peaceful because it's quiet. It will be peaceful because there's no need to scream. If we are all heard, if we are all looking to love, I don't know how high my voice would need to be raised. Probably not at all. 

One day. Not today, but eventually. Maybe then, Wild Twist will be in my orchard, I just won't be alive to eat it. Maybe some beautiful people one thousand years from now will enjoy that apple, even if it does turn out to be a little mealy. The seeds can go in now, though. 

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