I used to pass this Catholic School often when I was going to school out in Forest Grove. Something about it always gave me chills (maybe thinking about all those mean nuns inside?!). Sure is pretty at night, though.
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- day thirty: awww, shucks
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- day twenty-eight: it's been a long day
- day twenty-seven: scary catholic school
- day twenty-six: sugar high
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- day twenty-four: a piano of her own!
- day twenty-three: signs of life
- day twenty-two: barely
- day twenty-one: and the award for the yellowest ho...
- day twenty: puzzles. all day. everyday.
- day nineteen: good morning!
- day eighteen: decluttering
- day seventeen: it's a rough life
- day sixteen: shiner
- day fifteen: nobody's home
- day fourteen: yes, she dressed herself
- day thirteen: dinner of champions
- day twelve: gloomy
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