My name is Eleanor Grace Whitmore. I’m 68 years old. For nearly five decades, I was a wife, a mother, and the quiet heart of Hazelbrook Orchards, a small organic apple farm in Pennsylvania. My hands, though stiff with arthritis, still remember pruning trees at dawn with Richard, my husband. Three weeks ago, I buried him.
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