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My Turn: Democracy on a rainy day in Wendell

On a recent gray, rainy Saturday morning, with the temperature hovering around 43 degrees, I found myself driving the winding roads through Sunderland, North Leverett into Wendell. As I entered town, American flags hung from utility poles, stirring gently in the damp breeze. Ahead stood the white Town Hall, modest and unassuming, the kind of […]

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