At the crest of a spiraling dirt road, fronting the private pond and the greenhouse attached to the small wooden home, on the outskirts of this splotch of a village amid the amphitheater of the Green Mountains -- at the peak of her universe -- Hannah Teter stands in the ramshackle wooden shed and explains how you ... (Full article: 957 words)

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