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Even when the grass is new-mown, we are up to our eyes in it.

When I smelled new-mown grass again for the first time, I cried.

The grass had been new-mown, it smelt sweet and rich, like summer.

The vastness of the night beyond the house, the dark trees, the welcoming shadows, the cool new-mown grass—all this had been reserved, he had designated it as belonging exclusively to himself and Cecilia.

He walked past the towering pine trees on the quad, breathed in the smell of the new-mown grass and looked up in fascination at the ivy-covered walls of Old Main.