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The majestic apple-trees were unanimously loved, much more loved
than the nut-trees for instance, because people didn't have the
required patience to crack the nutshells open and taste the
fruit. Only the crows knew how to do that artistically with a
dance of their beaks, but what a pity, they were designed to be
birds. Dark birds. Therefore, the people of Eden always went for
the apples with their mysterious perfume and shiny skin,
beautifully polished by the autumn rain. Usually at sunset,
while the sleepy birds were having their mystical ritual of
initiation in Phoenix's art of rebirth, the Garden's human
inhabitants -less artistic but more hungry than the dark crows
themselves were silently heading for the circle of apple-trees,
perfectly rendered on the canvas of the twilight, their leafy
crowns in the shape of an arch. Any resemblance with a circus
bolt could be significant.
The inhabitants of Eden, as highly ambitious and responsible
persons, were constantly looking for shadows, willing to give it
a shot in finding their shattered dreams abandoned somehow in
the games of the past and now supposed to dwell in the merry-go-
round, the Wheel of Fortune, the Circus.
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