The apple tree birthed fruitful dynamics of soul self,
ripe and ready for picking,
ready for juicy dreams to drip,
as each crunch and bite is taken.
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dust. for. the. dancers 
I like apples, a bunch, because they crunch! 😉
bio dynamics rock in more ways than one, it even influences words, must be from the queen Demeter