In the white snow so white, Lohbado contemplated the forbidden fruit, an old apple. As punishment for eating the forbidden fruit, Lohbado was obliged to endure one cold stormy winter per year. During the cold dark season, Lohbado contemplated impermanence, how everything comes to an end. The apple in the snow was once a ripe juicy apple. There's one imperfect apple in every basket. Sometimes beauty increases with age. The above apple sat on Lohbado's shelf for three or four years before he tossed it into the snow.
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