Monday, May 9, 2016

#137 - apple

Walking to return some items to our street parked car, I saw an older Gentlemen harvesting apples with a basket and a stick.  He looked at me. i smiled and nodded. I wanted nothing more than a fresh picked apple. He hesitated. 'Would you like an apple?' he asked. "Absolutely. I would love an apple."


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