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You step outside and there's a chill in the air. Dried amber leaves line your walkway like a path towards winter. Last night you turned the heat on for the first time in five months and a season's worth of dust turned to embers in your ducts, filling the house with the smell of burning. At the market you bought a decorative pumpkin and a sack full of red-russet Winesap apples. You've seen the fall. You've smelled it and felt it. Now with these apples, it's time to taste it.