Karen opened the door to her apartment
balcony and sighed as the city air greeted
her with that all too familiar scent of exhaust
fumes.
She crossed to the sunny corner of
her balcony and smiled as she checked on
the progress of her apple tree.
Her...
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Karen opened the door to her apartment
balcony and sighed as the city air greeted
her with that all too familiar scent of exhaust
fumes.
She crossed to the sunny corner of
her balcony and smiled as she checked on
the progress of her apple tree.
Her friends
had often called Karen mad for attempting
to grow her own apple tree on the balcony
of her eleventh floor apartment, but Karen
knew that it could be done.
When she had
moved to Dallas for work, she had been
forced to leave her roots in the country
behind herself.
Regardless of where she
resided, Karen knew the importance of
having fresh fruit available to her.
Apples
were her favorite food, and she knew how
expensive fresh fruit was here in the city.
It
was no small decision to take the step from
thinking about it, to actually trying to grow
her own apple tree, eleven floors in the air.
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