The fruit was never an apple poetry Jan 13 Written By BA The fruit was never an appleBy Abigale Taborit’s clear, to me, when I sit with my husband on a quiet night in, that the fruit stems from his ability to read all of my lines— how he can fold them open and read between them, too. BA
The fruit was never an apple poetry Jan 13 Written By BA The fruit was never an appleBy Abigale Taborit’s clear, to me, when I sit with my husband on a quiet night in, that the fruit stems from his ability to read all of my lines— how he can fold them open and read between them, too. BA
