attleborough station, south station, silver line, boston international airport--one year ago--when you came home.
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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
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The one year photo is a perfect display of the reason to celebrate!
i went to ohio valley university and we never played you. too far away, we didn't travel taht far. the furthest we went was four hrs to kentucky. :)
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