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Oh, wow, all the Auld Ones are awakening. This must really be the end-times...
Nice poem, too, I had fun with it.
This line, though:
In a utopian garden who picked apples from a tree.
Who's exactly picking the apples?
I'm assuming it's the "she", but it's not really well articulated.
Also, at first glance the "she" and the "I" in this story sounded like the same person... Are they the same? Or not? After a bit of pondering, I came to rest on the latter.
So, assuming that the "she" and "I" are not the same person...
Is the woman writing I into existence after eating the fruit of knowledge? She's writing it on a window, because she's outside of this world of I's, looking in...
Do I get it? Do I not?
Do I get a cookie? I don't want a cookie, though.
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