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Leaving behind stories of murder, terrorist cells and mass killings, I cycle west into the vineyards, where ripe grapes squat, plumply purple, against a backdrop of russet, golden leaves. Apples, roundly red, plop softly down. Figs generously carpet the road. Walnuts blackly peek through burst green shells. Oh, such mellow fruitfulness!

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