This time of year I am reminded of Autumn in New York when I was a kid.
My great-grandparents had beautiful apple trees and my great-grandma would bake the most amazing oatmeal cookies while my brother and I were outside climbing the apple trees picking the fruit. Such warm and wonderful memories.
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This time of year I am reminded of Autumn in New York when I was a kid.
My great-grandparents had beautiful apple trees and my great-grandma would bake the most amazing oatmeal cookies while my brother and I were outside climbing the apple trees picking the fruit. Such warm and wonderful memories.
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