These apples are destined to become a Thanksgiving pie that will travel with us to Kendall's cousin's home. Over the river and through the woods... Well, at least across town.
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Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.... Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. -- Mary Jean Irion
A place of relaxation
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