The Distant Affair

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2026-08-22 19:28:35 -

October 12. I have counted the sacks again. Fourteen full, two half-full, and one empty waiting for the last of the Jonagolds. The air smells of wet bark and cold iron. My hands are numb, but the cold is a known quantity. It is the eyes that are the problem. The treeline blurs into a gray smear, a smudge of graphite on paper. I need to get these apples down before the frost sets in. The frost...

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