Peaches and Dream. [https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/de/Illustration_Prunus_persica0.jpg/220px-Illustration_Prunus_persica0.jpg source]
I saw a peach on someone-else’s tree. I watched it grow. On the outside I saw it was colourful, different to the others. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it.
Daily the peach changed on the tree. I wanted to touch its skin: out of bounds. I awaited the day I would surely taste it with pleasure. I dreamt of that peach. My mouth watering in anticipation.
I loved the dream so much I became afraid of the reality. One day I plucked up courage and ventured into the garden. I reached out but my peach was gone. On the ground my dream in reality: The best parts robbed by lesser mortals The worst left to rot.
A year later I remembered my peach. I wished I had tasted it. I remembered where it had fallen and returned to the place. A new seedling had started to grow.
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