Morning arrives slowly in Upper Oxford Township. A veil of mist hangs over freshly cut hayfields as the first sunlight spills across rolling farmland near the Maryland border. Red barns emerge from the haze one by one. A tractor moves deliberately along a distant ridge. Along quiet country roads, white fences trace property lines that have remained largely unchanged for generations. The only sounds are birdsong, the rustle of leaves in scattered…
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