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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    Birds chirping
    A small stream
    An angelic voice

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