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In the apple orchard in the land beyond the North Wind, the apples, red and green and pale around the edges, hang heavy from the trees all year, surrounded by white blossoms. The grass under the trees is all strewn with white petals.
On this perfect afternoon, Arthur, king of the land, spreads a cloth over the grasses and petals with his own hands, for the benefit of his lady.
"Will you sit, madam?"
On this perfect afternoon, Arthur, king of the land, spreads a cloth over the grasses and petals with his own hands, for the benefit of his lady.
"Will you sit, madam?"