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Updated: May 19, 2025

A flood of warm, sweet sunshine poured over us; a breeze, wild-rose-and-elder-laden, swept in out of the broad meadow that stretched from the very doorstep to a distant hill of pines, and through the air, like a shower in June, fell the notes of soaring, singing bobolinks. Joel stood looking out over his farm with the eyes of a stark stranger. He had never seen it from the front door before.

Dallas Lore Sharp - The Hills of Hingham