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There’s just something wonderful about a red tractor sitting in the middle of a field, isn’t there?

I snuck back many times to this hilltop house, and always came away with a picture of that tractor against whatever backdrop happened to be there: springtime greens, sunsets, autumn hay, cold rains.  I’m not sure what it is exactly that intrigued me so much about that slope, but I could sit on that side of the road for hours, seeing city and land and sea and sky merge together along the horizon.