This little green apple was supposed to be my breakfast on the train to Venice, but it made the round trip to Graz uneaten, and then rolled around my bag in Munich, Paris, Vic-sur-Cere, and back to Paris. I lifted it to my mouth on the day I was leaving for San Francisco, and then hesitated. My petite apfel/mela/pomme had made it this far; if I took it home, would it be the most well-traveled apple in the world? I may never know, but now I can't bear to eat it, either.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Travel Companion
This little green apple was supposed to be my breakfast on the train to Venice, but it made the round trip to Graz uneaten, and then rolled around my bag in Munich, Paris, Vic-sur-Cere, and back to Paris. I lifted it to my mouth on the day I was leaving for San Francisco, and then hesitated. My petite apfel/mela/pomme had made it this far; if I took it home, would it be the most well-traveled apple in the world? I may never know, but now I can't bear to eat it, either.
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so you still have the apple??
ReplyDeleteright here on the windowsill...!
ReplyDeletelovely :)
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