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Beautiful June day in the shadow of the Berkshires. Crisp dry air. Blue blue sky. Wispy clouds. Warm warm sun. The smell of new mown grass and even some haying going on. Signs promising the first of the month’s strawberries, a season almost as precious as the sweet corn season later in the summer. And tonight:

something worth looking up for.

Meanwhile, inside another glowing thing was happening.