The Congregational Church, soaring into the New England winter.
Fully assembled, labeled, then disassembled and shipped to Connecticut by train almost 100 years ago.
A piece of art in the center of our town.
Watching over its small, Victorian brick neighbors.
A grand and elegant lady, now taken for granted by the residents hurrying by.
No matter. Her day of glory draws near.
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