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I found some apple trees today. Heferlin is mostly flat, but... even after all this time there are apple trees. They don't taste as good, but that's hardly surprising considering everything. After all, she always talked about how they needed love and care to really produce good fruit. I'd never had a really bad apple to compare.

So here I sit beneath the branches of trees whose great grandparents were cared for by my friend. Here I sit, eating the most sour apple of my life thinking of home. There is still a faint taste of Sweet Apple Arces  here. Just enough to remember the good times by.