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The fruit from another tree brushed against

the branches of the other. The wind, whenever and

wherever it came, pushed it closer to the other.

The fruit belonged to one tree,

the other bared no fruit. But that one fruit

gave color to the other it did not have before.

It was not its fruit, it belonged to another.

The fruit was pushed by the wind and it

did what things do when they are pushed.

It did nothing out of the ordinary,

but it gave color to the other.

One day the wind might blow

and push the fruit back to another

and the other stands without color.