Hope atop the lonely hill

CAMBRIDGE - A dusty beam of light shook loose from the winter sun and crept down the long, lonely hallway.
It is here that the cries of newborns once echoed along the halls, now chipped and peeling in a silence that has lasted for seven years.
"I was probably one of the last people out of the building," she said.

story: Thomas Dimopoulos

images: Jeffrey Fehder

One in 133 has it

" I was expecting maybe my head was going to fall off or something," she said looking out the window at the bare February tree line leading to the Adirondacks.