oundplaceatthesideoftheapplehasbeengatheredallofitssweetness.Onerunsfromtreetotreeoverthefrostedgroundpickingthegnarled.twistedapplesandfillinghispocketswiththem.Onlythefewknowthesweetnessofthetwistedapples.ThegirlandDoctorReefybegantheircourtshiponasummerafternoon.Hewasforty•fivethenandalreadyhehadbegunthepracticeoffillinghispocketswiththescrapsofpaperthatbecamehardballsandwerethrownaway.Thehabithadbeenformedashesatinhisbuggybehindthejadedwhitehorseandwentslowlyalongcountryroads.Onthepaperswerewrittenthoughts.endsofthoughts.beginningsofthoughts.hemindofDoctorReefyhadmadethethoughts.Outofmanyofthemheformedatruththatarosegiganticinhismind.Thetruthcloudedtheworld.Itbecameterribleandthenfadedawayandthelittlethoughtsbeganagain.efrightened.ShewasinthatconditionbecauseofaseriesofcircucurIOus.334