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Maryland Bluegrass at the Apple Cider Press
Just south of the Mason Dixon Line, and roughly 9 minutes away from Pennsylvania’s Waynesboro and off of Maryland’s Smithsburg Pike, sits an old apple cider press. Rustic and solitary, the place surely hasn’t seen an apple pressing for many years, but it doesn’t have to—it’s been imbued with new life.
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It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Tax Time
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‘Twas The Night Before Printing
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Story: Landfall
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A Poem “The Cricket”
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Rant On Lawn
Mowing the lawn in the heat is awful, more so when the humidity feels like you’re walking through a storm but without the benefit of rain. Mowing the lawn after several days of rain is obnoxious: not only is the grass ridiculously heavy so that your machine keeps stalling, but your feet get a nasty,…
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Sy’s Poems
Yesterday’s post consisted of things that Sy banged out without much more than five minutes of thought. Essentially, they were creative outlets for his random insanity. I also wanted to post some of his endeavors which he did take time to think about, and even wrote a second (neater) draft to get it right. What…
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Sy’s Essays
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Laws of E-Debate
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I’m An Addict :-(