The fruits are everywhere.
On every tree; every branch even.
I stick my hand into one nearby and pull out a soft seed.
I massage the mushy and decaying mass in my hand.
The squishy substance slips out of my fingers.
Red juices stream out of the fresh hole in the skin.
I cut the thin stem fibers and heft one over my back. Perhaps this is a new species.
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Credits to: IntoTheCosmo
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