September 1st 2017

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As of today I begin autumn’s haiku. The apples come so thick that one of our tree’s limbs has broken, resting half on the ground. We’ve already pressed cider from the crab apple tree down the road—the best I’ve drunk—a ruby red cider as bracingly tart as it is sweet.
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rain—
····leaves rusting beside the wheel-
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Tomorrow I hike up Camel’s Hump with friends, then dinner out. No time to read or write tomorrow, but hopefully Sunday.
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244 September 1st 2017 | bottlecap
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