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Is It Time?
My eyes flick from the window to the box, again and again. Could I get away with it? This question runs through my mind like a daring thief. The box sits there, teasing me taunting me…. ‘You know you want to’, it whispers. I know those whispers will get louder. I’m tempted to open the…
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So this is what happens to apples you don’t pick!
We had a few apples still on our little tree in the back garden and I thought to myself, ‘I must get them in’. I went out to collect the last few and saw only one little, sad apple left which wasn’t worth picking! What happened to them? This: