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Tossing Apples

My favorite childhood climbing tree grew in a thistle-heavy vacant lot on the hill just above our home. It was an older, unkempt and unclaimed Gravenstein apple tree. Years of growth without pruning or human attentions annually yielded a tangled … Continue reading

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