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Jane Attanucci
Autumnal Paradise
Eve, it is said, ate the forbidden fruit. Was it an apple – raging, ripe, radiant – like sunlight through heaving branches, blazing into fall?
Adam bit the flesh, pulsating luminescence, swirling, blood-red, full.