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I used to taste fruit so sweet and lovely. \u00a0I would let the juices spill over my lips so I could lick them back into my mouth once more. \u00a0Anything to try and make the wondrous tang last forever. \u00a0But ever since we were banished from the garden, no fruit has ever come close in comparison. \u00a0Apples taste like ash as the bitter slices roll over my tongue, tainting the flavors that once delighted me.<\/span><\/span> \u00a0The soot sensation makes it nearly impossible to it choke down. \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I know Adam feels the same. \u00a0He has never eaten fruit since we were thrown into our eternal exile. \u00a0Everything is but a shadow of the garden\u2019s perfection.<\/span><\/span> \u00a0The apples out here taunt me with their incompleteness. \u00a0They are my <\/span><\/span>ultimate<\/span><\/span> punishment. \u00a0Adam suffers in his own way. \u00a0Self-inflicting<\/span><\/span> starvation <\/span><\/span>by hardly eating<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I see a snake\u2019s shadow twine it<\/span><\/span>s <\/span><\/span>way around ever apple I pluck. \u00a0Another insult to our misery. \u00a0Perhaps that is why he shies away from fruit. \u00a0<\/span><\/span>Adam<\/span><\/span> does not want to be reminded of our sin for I am adamant that it is <\/span><\/span>our <\/span><\/span>sin. \u00a0This is <\/span><\/span>our <\/span><\/span>exile, not mine alone. \u00a0He<\/span><\/span> tasted the doomed fruit along with me. \u00a0Likewise, he<\/span><\/span> trudges besides me <\/span><\/span>lost <\/span><\/span>in <\/span><\/span>his private <\/span><\/span>misery while I carry on acting <\/span><\/span>as if<\/span><\/span> everything is as normal as it can be. \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That is why I insist on eating apples<\/span><\/span> every day<\/span><\/span>. \u00a0For I will not let <\/span><\/span>the<\/span><\/span> snake get the best of me again. \u00a0The serpent should really fear me <\/span><\/span>and slither away <\/span><\/span>for<\/span><\/span> his own good. \u00a0He must know <\/span><\/span>I will defy him in every way I can and I know that eating an apple a day will remind him that I am watching for his next move. \u00a0He will not outsmart me again.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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(Photo by Mollie Williamson)<\/p>\n

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