there are two weeks in october that are the most fragile weeks of all.
this year, mine have been something like frosty jugs of frozen apple cider straight from the orchard
pecks and pecks of sun-warm peaches
baskets of vegetables from my mom's garden
and falling asleep holding my harmonica
while dreaming about my next major purchase...
Hey, hold up. Where did those peaches come from? (And yes, I really want to know)
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