A little nostalgia here.

I had Enya’s Watermark in college.  Every morning and every afternoon, on my way to crew practice, I’d turn it up in the car.  My car…a cathedral.  Her music…a sanctuary.  I loved the words, the sounds, the upbeat happiness.

And I rowed like the wind.

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