Broken

“To prune apple trees.

Do you understand – that is what I would like to do. ”

Ok.

 

Understand I may.

Summer autumn automatons.

“This is not working. Mother. ”

Ok.

 

“This has gone broken.

Oh. It’s gone to pieces. Mother. “

The apple trees can grow as they please.

I can’t take care of all those apples anyway.

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