I feel it as I walk the halls, and hear those academic calls and sense the tinge, the was, the once of college kids all crammed and rushed and wonder (as some students pass) in speech removed as tinted glass what might have been if I had seen the walking heads around me more and […]
Read more "Alumni Visit"Spring Time loves the South and cannot stay away. He notes how winter hesitates before the hills that rise gently into mountains, garbed deciduously grey, where branches made to be adorned—by leaves or snowflakes one— In breezes neither warm nor cold, can only sadly sway. As winter frets to stain her white, majestic dress on […]
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