Only allowed to be seen by Lunas eyes when I take a bite of the rare fruit. Sweet too be eaten but slow to ripe. Hanging high in the top off the tree, so close under the sky. There was no fallen fruit today. But seeing the fruit shining in the warmth of the sun, makes my mouth water.
A warm feeling is spreading through my body as I lie down in the shadow beneath the tree. Hoping a fruit might fall, hit me in the head or land on my lap...
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