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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
7 comments:
great call on that picture :) see you tomorrow!!
i...love this post. it's poignant. in the best of ways.
i miss and love you each,
so very, very much.
Hurrah! Hooray! We are on our way!
have an effing brilliant trip.
say hi to berlin for me.
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh i'm so excited for you guys.
I am so incredibly jealous. But in a really happy for you and hope you have an amazing time way. :)
Soak it up for me. ;-)
[miss you]
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