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We picked apples from trees

my two older cousins climbed up the branches,

and I looked up, with all the awe a three-year-old posesses.



We piled our baskets high with shiny red

my father peeled and fed me juicy white slices

and I ran around with a straw hat on in the sunlight.



We don't go apple picking any more.