Apple pie
From upstairs, I look down upon a strange field that stretches over the horizon. It looks just like a field that grows apples that shoot out from the ground, which makes completely no sense at all. What a place could grow such a...weird, fascinating thing. It is certainly out of the normal kind of growth that you would see on earth. However, how sure can I be that this is earth at all? Each and every day, I wake up and peer out the window; and each and every day, I see a different picture. I am bedazzled by the surprise that I receive that I can't help but stare at it for the rest of the day, and somehow by some mysterious, unconscious way I fall into slumber on my bed. Oh, how I wish for some apple pie! All those apples...
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