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Fable of Early Summer
Three Mountains, Water and TreesShort Story5k Wordsongoing
An ordinary dusk, an old path, a gap in the fence. I walked sideways through the gap and walked into a lawn dyed golden by the setting sun. Under the old tree, I met a barefoot boy - his white shirt was slightly wrinkled, and he was holding a green apple in his hand, but he refused to bite it. "If I bite into it, it's just an apple. Sweet, or astringent. And then summer is over." In this moment stretched by the sunset, we talked about apples and choices, why the mirror couldn't reflect the boy
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