More than a bowl of apples
After our recent stretch of dark, wet weather, I awoke this morning to this scene on my dining table. Several fresh apples lay quietly in their colorful ceramic bowl. A fresh pot of coffee was brewing in the kitchen. But what was this strange, unfamiliar glow, filtering through the trees, and shining into the house? Could it really be . . . . ?
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