Shining threads

Shining threads

Friday, 18 February 2011

Apple mountain

She sat on a mountain of apple cores - a life-time's accumulated waste supported her existence.

'Don't look down.' Cried the voices from above.

'Look down.' Cried the voices from below.

She'd spent her life climbing so she decided it was time for a change.

She started to arrange the cores into a more leveled pile, which would accomodate more people on its flattened top.

Someone asked why the apple cores hadn't become rotten.

'It's because I believe in them and breathe into them.' She smiled.

She was happy now she had company, having resculpted the landscape.

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