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Take me to the River. Drop me in the Water...

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you'll be walking out the doorr..orrr. 

A couple of  things. This week I have been missing the water. Soon it will be 4 years.. Wow. 
The months ahead for the Dodds will be full of celebrations, college adventures and hopefully some potatoes and pubs.  Hey that's why I ran half a mile on the treadmill yesterday..  Austin, Ireland, Columbus, Boston, Chicago. I'm writing this down because I want to manifest a NICE LONG BEACH trip in there before school starts. We are land locked in a major way up here in Cincinnati, I'm dreaming of the keys but I would sell for North Carolina.. I think.



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