The apple fell into my hand.
And I knew what I would do with it.
I collected more apples from the orchard.
I was going to give them to the children.
And I did.
The children felt kind towards me,
And collected apples from the same orchard,
And gave them to me.
My heart was filled with love for all of them.
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