As every autumn they started harvesting my fruits. I always like when they do it, it makes me feel loved.
They started working and it seemed as it was every year. But it wasn´t.
In between my brunches their eyes were meeting, collecting my fruits their fingers were quickly crossing, their smiles were always open to each other and, before sunset, their lips softly touched...
It was incredible but I was the only one to recognize that two of them were in love.
They started working and it seemed as it was every year. But it wasn´t.
In between my brunches their eyes were meeting, collecting my fruits their fingers were quickly crossing, their smiles were always open to each other and, before sunset, their lips softly touched...
It was incredible but I was the only one to recognize that two of them were in love.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
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