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Through The Wringer
Sep. 26th, 2016 11:10 pmI'm home. I'm so very tired. Spike has been waiting on me from head to hoof. I just got out of subacute care in the Crystal Empire. I will write a journal entry about what happened later.
Applejack brought me a jug of sweet apple cider. The crab apples have ripened and I'm missing the harvest. It was very good. It takes three kinds of apples to make good apple cider. Sweet, tart and bitter. The apple family uses McIntosh, ambrosia and crab apples.
Zecora came by. She hadn't been with us on our picnic and she hadn't learned that I'd had vanished until a few days ago. She left me some teas to promote rest and to give me strength. I've been sleeping very well.
Applejack brought me a jug of sweet apple cider. The crab apples have ripened and I'm missing the harvest. It was very good. It takes three kinds of apples to make good apple cider. Sweet, tart and bitter. The apple family uses McIntosh, ambrosia and crab apples.
Zecora came by. She hadn't been with us on our picnic and she hadn't learned that I'd had vanished until a few days ago. She left me some teas to promote rest and to give me strength. I've been sleeping very well.
