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The cherries of the late summer were the very deepest of reds, the kind with a perfect touch of black-purple, and were all the sweeter for it.

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We sat there in the late August sun eating cherry after cherry, placing the pips in a bowl, feeling their sweetness enter our blood and lift cherry-grins.

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The kids would sit there with their cherries, competing to see who could spit the pip the farthest.

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The cherry tree was a bounteous giver and as the autumn approached there were cherry tarts, cherry pies, cherry jams and, of course, bowls of cherries for the eating.