CAMBRIDGE -- The sea birds still fly and cry over her as she rows, and the waves still lap against the hull as the bow knifes through the water. Her body moves with power and grace as she pulls the oars, and on a crisp fall afternoon the seasonal change is palpable in the air over the river. (Full article: 1043 words)

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