Every year at about this time, my family would pile into the jeep and make a pilgrimage to Carmichael's Produce. In the barn, bushel baskets of potatoes, yams, and okra stood alongside whole tables full of seasonal fruit, mostly apples still dusty from the trees, and peaches, their smell drunkenly thick. A real cider press rolled out dark, cloudy
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namaste.
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Maybe it's totally off-base. But sometimes I cannot help but feel that the more "advanced" and complicated that the world becomes, the more we lose our humanity, even as children. I look at my cousins, Jessica and Daniel, not terribly much younger than me (Jess is 15 and Daniel 11, I believe), and it occurs to me that there was less imagination and wide-eyed wonder at the world around them to be found in their eyes than when I was a child myself.
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huggles...:)
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