jules sums up a lot of what i feel about what happened yesterday.
Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard
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Hello Hannah. Thanks for coming over Friday; you are a good friend. At this point, good friends are about all we have left.
hey, I still really want to go to Boston with you sometime. When are you not doing anything? Maybe we can talk about it when we all get back :-).
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