I can feel it too, the oily grippy weird skin of a freshly picked unwashed apple.
But I'm not seeing a red apple, I'm seeing a green apple with streaks of red, because I'm picturing my neighbors Apple tree.
I can feel it too, the oily grippy weird skin of a freshly picked unwashed apple.
But I'm not seeing a red apple, I'm seeing a green apple with streaks of red, because I'm picturing my neighbors Apple tree.