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Mourning the death of a friend, and of a business into which they had put heart and soul, Katie Mather and her husband Tom left their shuttered bar and came south, to Kent, in the fall, to pick apples.
Now I am standing among rows of Jonagold apples listening to the rumble of an old tractor in a nearby field.... Tom is sitting in a fold-up camping chair making some brews on a camping stove outside.... The sun shines.
