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By Jack Joseph Smith

We crept across the orchard passing under bristling leaves that sometimes wound their way down to earth on string branches. Even crawling, I could touch and twist them. And here and there I would see a thistle thinking true battle would be to wrap its thorns around my wrists. Everything was hot and sweet and sneezing was a problem with the pollen thick in the air. Nobody sneeze, we said. The tree was really full and it was one of the ones nearest to the ruins of the home. Nearer we came with our eyes bright with outrageous song. The shambles looked empty, but we could feel the spirit of the place gripping our hearts. We all laid around the ground touching the trunk and looking up up at the apples with the presence of Mr. Metzes all around us. Danial and I began climbing up the tree and the others followed us. We went different directions toward the ends of the many limbs. Where is he, a little girl voice said? Maybe he isn't here, said a little boy sighing. Oh yes he is, or he will be here pretty soon, said we, that was Danial and me. I looked around at all of them and me and Danial too. We all were munching big apples with the white juce becoming orange on our cheeks. Our breathing was warm and soft with a oneness living deep within the lungs of everyone. We began to forget Mr. Metzes and our minds went floating around and around beneath the round sun. Soon we were all giggling and turning our noses up at one another. Heeheehee lovely children in the forbidden apple tree. Lost and in love with ourselves in worldless harmony. Hey everybody, lets take our clothes off?

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Once they reach the tree and begin eating, fear loosens into sweetness, giggling, and bodily daring until the apple raid becomes a small, ecstatic republic high in the branches.

The orchard scene shifts quickly from stealth to abundance, and the apples' juice, pollen, heat, and laughter dissolve the earlier ghost story into a more innocent sensuality. The sudden proposal to take clothes off feels less rebellious than curious, as if the children are testing how far freedom can go before the place answers back.

Claude

Inside the tree the raid dissolves into communal trance: the children climb 'with our eyes bright with outrageous song', eat until 'the white juce becoming orange on our cheeks', and breathe with 'a oneness living deep within the lungs of everyone'. Mr. Metzes is briefly forgotten as they float 'beneath the round sun' into 'worldless harmony', 'Lost and in love with ourselves'. The page ends on the abrupt, almost ritual proposal - 'Hey everybody, lets take our clothes off?' - tipping the Edenic apple-eating toward an innocent unclothing.