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211 As It Was Written It Didn’t Happen That Way Elizabeth Austen It wasn’t a lure, dangled by some fallen angel. She found it, mid-path no tree nearby. Unbruised red-yellow round sprung from the gravel. She entered the sweet fruit, wet flesh breaking on her tongue. She didn’t ask for it. Wasn’t looking for it. No one tempted her. Unless the apple itself, longing to be known, can be blamed for the light bent across its skin for the mid-day heat transforming sugar to scent. And him? She didn’t say a word to him. He found her, slack-jawed skin flushed and damp as if he had lain on her pressed into her— he found her, swallow by swallow savoring the taste of knowledge her eyes fixed, focused 212 A Face to Meet the Faces somewhere beyond him as if he no longer existed. And one more thing— she didn’t tempt him. In fact she never offered it. He pried the fruit from her hand, desperate to follow, and bit. ...

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