… is autumn, I determined last weekend, as I was plucking apples, pears and plums from the trees lining the path from Amberg to Nürnberg in what seemed to be at least a temporary Cockaigne.
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Tienes un recorrido espectacular por delante que delicia y debo decir por experiencia que la fruta fresca cogida del árbol es mucho mas deliciosa.
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