Patrick Sterenchuk says, "I hold the apple to my mouth. It's bright green sheen, shining in the sun...flashing, for just a moment...and I notice a shallow brown groove, a sun scar, tracing a circle around the stem. That simple little circumnavigation traces its way to a sunburst, in my memory. Or is it sunbursts? I don't know. What I do know, is that, for a moment, it is Summer. That's enough, and I put the apple in my pocket."
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