Another refreshing and insightful column by Melissa Wiley: 'Paper Swans: Apples of the Earth'. As always, she manages to turn a handful of childhood memories into a lyrical and colorful reverie, offering a riot of images and ideas for us readers.
Sometimes when I tilt my head, to read a book on a train, fluid drains inside my ear without leaving. When I smack the side of my face and say, “Hey, what’s going on in there?” Because water resists sliding down my cheek in a streak forked like pallid lightning. Because the world grows less slippery while the apples just keep falling, from branches whose low-hanging fruit is still too high for grasping.
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