After all that megalopolis, Virginia feels bucolically vacant. The fields seem bigger than those in Pennsylvania, the hills gentler and more open, with meadows and horses, a gracious mist in the air, once in a while a pillared manse on a pale-green rise like something embroidered on a sampler by a slaveowner's spinster daughter.
John Updike, Rabbit At Rest
|Holy Cross Abbey|
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