I've spent a lot of time cleaning lately, working on getting things into a better order. Not spring, but I feel this instinctive need for it lately. At the bottom of a long-present pile, I found an unopened box from Swarthmore. Inside it, the 2003 HalcyonI saw many old friends, lots of whom I've come to miss more than I'd thought possible, but I
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