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The bounty of autumn is everywhere in the orchard, the apple trees are heavy with uncollected fruit. I pluck some, and find that there are not less than three varieties here, some tasting of honey, some of wine, and some even hinting of rose. But they are late apples, left too long on the tree, dried out, and hard to eat. Part of the playlist: moving, still. 𝄐
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