The evenings grew longer; kitchen windows stayed open after dinner and peepers could be heard in the marsh. [Emily], stepping out to sweep her porch steps, felt absolutely certain that some wonderful change was arriving in her life. The strength of this belief was puzzling; what she was feeling, she decided, was really the presence of God.--Elizabeth Strout
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