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Sarah Orne Jewett

She would waken in the morning with the fresh breeze from seaward blowing through the open window; she would hear the early morning songs of the birds and the familiar sounds of the town. She would get up to take a long walk across a pasture or through the woods or along the river to refresh her mind; she would cut flowers from her own garden and arrange them in a bowl on her desk, and pour a cup of tea for a friend who might drop in to welcome her back. This was home.

Mary Mason Campbell, writing about Sarah Orne Jewett in The New England Butt’ry Shelf Almanac, 1970

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