We were early teens. The sun was warming the apple trees. Being told it would be awhile before they would be ripe and ready to pick only made us more cautious. We were quite high over the dusty drive that lead to Angle Lake.
We were shure no one saw us. Two gangly boys hanging from the branches.
The apples were tart and warm from the heat of the day.
Memories.
Lynn
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