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Ghost Apples

Ghost Apples I’d never seen a ghost apple until a field of them went viral. The photo stood for them the way the ice stood for the apple once the rotting flesh had melted itself a hole to fall out through. The ice apples held the light because they didn’t hold the apples. It was […]

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