Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. But it’s as you say. ” He stated, trying to maintain his calm.
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