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What's America the best place I know is Massachusetts

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my area just went from "snow, but not too much (considering)" for sunday night/monday morning to SNOWMAGEDDON IMMINENT
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Being a New Englander during wintertime suits me down to my bones. The cycles of seasons, the colors of the sunsets, feeling cozy under my blanket with a book on a crisp night; a warm heart with a stiff upper lip. I wouldn't trade this serenity for any amount of money or the promise of eternal youth.

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grandpa takes the pitchfork out of my hand and starts to dig. he keeps hooking potatoes with the prongs. he picks one up. “I butchered it.” he looks it over, and then throws it behind him. “that one’s history.”
his wife says loudly from the edge of the garden, “y’know, I tend to use a shovel to turn them over, and that way you don’t take big hunks out of each one.”
he continues to claw through the dirt. “well… we all have our own methods.” he gets further and further down the row, gouging holes in some and leaving the rest in a trail behind him for me to collect. after a minute or two he slows down a bit, and in a low voice utters “I’m gettin’ bored of this project.”