I imagine Eve languishing against the Tree where she always took her leisure, in reverie. That particular Tree with its bountiful, glossy, red-ripe apples of which G.d had expressly forbidden eating. She herself felt that way sometimes, sensual, ripe, luscious. There was not any other thing that she could not have – all was hers for the taking, save for the fruits of that one Tree. Lilith in disguise as serpent approached Eve when Adam was nowhere to be seen, perhaps sensing a kinship in her.
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Part of a Cycle of 5 Essays by Susan Scott @Susan Scott