Our apples are growing and I can smell them as I walk by. It makes me smile. If you've ever smelled apples on trees, then you know the smile I'm talking about. It's not forced. It's a smile that you didn't even realize was there until someone says, "Why the smile?". It's a good feeling that warms you through and through. I grew that. I grew that apple. It took three years. It's finally here, and I welcome it with a smile.
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