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She walked down the lawn and surveyed the world as they’d both seen it–the wild limbs of the leaning apple tree, the golden-brown evening sky, the black silhouettes of the mountains. The trunk and the branches of the tree had bent over the years, under the weight of the heavy fruit. One of the biggest branches had grown down from the canopy of the leaves, all the way to the ground and straight along the grass…the end of that same branch had begun growing up again, at a right angle, the wood bending toward the sky.
