To Bear Fruit is To Honor the Giver of Fruit

I wrap my fingers around the warmth of its redness, and the apple fairly drops into my palm. Two-fisted, I pluck one, then another and another. The crop is so heavy — branches bowed to the ground, leaves splayed onto the grass. There is a bounty this year. These...
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