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blossoms of the foxglove when all of a sudden the sweet 

 odor of fresh-mown hay is wafted upward to greet you. 

 A short hour more, and the almost magical change brings 

 you into the midst of waving fields of ripened corn, and 

 meadows adorned by cherry-trees, which bend under the 

 weight of their luscious fruit, and luxuriantly-blooming 

 roses. 



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