OF A GOLDEN AGE

the machinery of the school year is winding itself again and i love it. people come back and we all mill around and find each other. last night, brandon, nick, memily and i had a discussion of hugs and the right method, which involved testing each one. this takes the edge off the impending semester of near-death by busyness: sixteen hours of class, god knows how many hours for the newspaper, nine hours of work, five hours attending and driving to a gre class. sobreviviré, right?

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