... Of My Eye

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.
Joyce Cary

I've eaten my blip. It was crunchy and delicious, the perfect sweet-tart balance. Usually red apples are such a disappointment; they look shiny and yum, but it's like eating wool. And then of course there's always the chance that they've fallen out of your copy of Snow White...