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Day 317

In a cloud of reds and blues, slowly trailing behind one another, incoming freshmen and their parents traverse the never ending rows of the UVA grounds. As their eyes flutter in observation and heads turn rapidly to admire the grounds, the herd remains in a frenzy of unchoreographed motion. The group slowly becomes more disjointed, leaving meters of space around each person, as if to disassociate themselves from being mere tourists, after all, they belong here now.


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