With the birth of his son, Howard planted an apple seed. Season upon season, each evening as Nash grew, they’d sit to admire the tree and discuss their day.
All too soon, Nash sat alone reviewing what had passed each day. As the apple fell, so the many years passed.
Nash shared his moments with his children, the tree strong and full. In time, his children grown, Nash was again solitary.
With the passing of time, the once great tree grew old, its branches fading as the days faded for Nash. With the falling of the final leaf, Nash’s eyes closed one last time.
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