ABSTRACT
I owe a live apple to a woman. A joy-apple. I owe a work of apple to a woman. I owe: a birth to the nature of a woman: a book of apples. To Des Femmes. I owe: the loving – the mystery of an apple. The history of this apple, and of all the other apples. Young, alive, written, awaited, known. New. Nutritious.
