There once was a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings. The town lay in the midst of a checkerboard of prosperous farms, with fields of grain and hillsides of orchards where, in spring white clouds of bloom drifted above the green fields. In autumn, oak and marple and birch set a blaze of color that flamed and flickered across a backdrop of pines. Then foxes barked in the hills and deers silently crossed the fields hidden in the mist of the fall mornings.
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