You wouldn't guess it, but sometimes the most glum days allow for magnificent shots! Were you able to pick the apples where you took this (or were they gone for the season)?
Poetry By -Sunflower- The Door To My Past Every night I dream of a door that would take me back to my past...A door that would lead me to the old me, the me I used to be...
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You wouldn't guess it, but sometimes the most glum days allow for magnificent shots! Were you able to pick the apples where you took this (or were they gone for the season)?
So true and there were some apples but not many left
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