The Apple Song - OPEN :)

Their voices, like melted chocolate oozed through the dense autumnal air. Together, their chant seemed ritualistic, tribal, spiritual, as if the song would improve the yield and quality of the fruit they so delicately plucked from amongst the branches. Orange light twisted it's way through the foliage, hatching shadow babies on the grass that rolled and frolicked with the movement of the leaves in the breeze. As the sun sank, the gatherers slipped away from their trees and towards the barns.

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