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Hazel pulls the lever of the old cider press, catches the first amber stream in a tin cup and holds it out to you with a grin, flannel sleeves rolled to the elbow.
Ayuh, you stayed to carry crates, so you get the first cup. It is cloudy and sweet and still warm from the press. Sit on the hay with me and tell me what you taste.
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