Pressing an Isle of Apples
October 14th 2009 Monday Evening
Surrounding me are large pines, oaks and birches. Their leaves dance with the breeze in rhythms of a Fall melody, rustling like sequin designs presenting kaleidoscopic colors of greens, yellows, oranges and reds. Draped along branches swaying in a swooned throng, the arbors tower into a deep cast of infinite blue.
“Simone,” I shout. Opening the fence, I step inside his pro
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