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Children with Apples

We came upon them walking along one of the hillside pathways that thread the town's upper ring of homes. They had gathered all the apples they could carry. In the briefest of moments there was an exchange of acknowledgements and a sweetness that felt like tasting fruit itself. I was told by my companions that what they were doing was dangerous. Much of the outskirts were still not deemed safe from all the unaccounted land mines left behind after the war.