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::" Our house is on the eastern slope of Rupert Mountain, just off a country road, still unpaved then, and five miles from the nearest town … Even at the most unpromising times of year – in mudtime, on bleak, snowless winter days – it is in so many unexpected ways beautiful that even after all this time I have never quite gotten used to it.

I have seen other places equally beautiful in my time, but never, anywhere, have I seen one more so.