It isn’t easy walking the walking paths of St. Olaf, knowing what I know. That there are things many of…
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Laying on the trundle bed Wondering when i’ll be dead Hoping grandpa will get well Or if i will burn…
I used to be so scared of this place– Its crumbling roars, lethal looking lace, and distaste for calm– But…
For many, the first day of classes is an insignificant day marking the beginning of another school year. However, for…
Milk pours through my synapses like balmy steam-rain My mind is lilac-basted, caked with sand “Hello” – so suddenly shy…