the evening air was chill as the sound of corsican and russian chant poured out of the darkness from the direction of the commons roof. it was the perfect way to signal the close of the year...
i am found here in my words... or perhaps somewhere between all of the words...i know i'm headed somewhere - trying to see what i can of the world while out in it, learn what i am able while on the way, and love who and what i meet while getting there
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