Finding Our Unicorn and Moving to Vermont

The rain that has been steadily falling for the last several days has momentarily let up. Sunlight shines down upon the saturated green grass, which slopes downward toward a thicket of larch and cedar trees. The dense branches are alive with a chorus of birdsong, which is interspersed by the sporadic cock-a-doodle-dooing of a neighbor’s rooster. In the distance, and just barely visible through the dissipating fog, the aptly-named Green Mountains rise majestically into the blue-gray sky.

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