Pressing

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With buckets of apples beginning to stack up,the need to process them becomes pressing.Freezing and thawing and mashing and pressingthat is, and then some clean-up-the-messing.

Everything

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I love the smell of fall almost as much as spring.But in the spring there’s asparagus and rhubarb,and in the fall there’s everything!

Thrown Out

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You threw off someone’s bell curvebecause you were just too perfect.And so they threw you out.Out onto the internet.And you who were the ninety-ninth percentilegot pinned there,forever,and everyone who saw you thought you weresomeone’s normal.They forgot that you were only … Continued

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