Graduation sneaks up lugging a thousand memories.

That research paper so beautiful it wakes you up from the stillness of sleep.

Conversations on the steps in the Oak dappled sunlight.

Tears, disappointment.

Time fleeing silently on beating wings.

Community, hope.


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