i picked apples from a tree yesterday afternoon, barefooted of course. there's a handful of activities that lead me into a frenzy of folly and this is one of them. being amongst the leaves, bugs, and branches which all seem to be dueling my efforts for the golden gem. nonetheless, i am smitten with fresh fruit and dirty feet. how do you follow your folly? (p.s. i'm borrowing this question from New Belgium Brews)
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