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Crisp air
Ripe fruit
Heavy on the bough.
Cool in the hand.
Filling my bag.

Snap of a McIntosh
Tart on my tongue
Shared with you
Sweet on your lips.

Holding hands
Kisses behind a branch
Warm smiles
On blushed cheeks.

Cherished moments
Memories formed
Traditions started
For us.

Groceries bought
Cider and flour.
Working together
To cut and quarter
Skin and peel.

A warm kitchen
Fall smells
Sweet and tart
Apple crisp.
Mmmm.

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