
Summer’s Boy- Julia Cury ’19
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath…
“And now for the final ingredient… Time!” the jolly clockworker announced to his son, as he sprinkled the watch with a generous helping of the fine green powder.…
“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” – John Muir Red, White, and Blue: southern Utah in winter. Red rock Canyonlands stretching out…
come in! take a seat! so glad to meet you— yes, down to business. here’s what we do. you surely know it’s long been thought by those who…
There is a string round my smallest finger, red as blood, thin as a hair and tied with a lopsided bow. One of the ends trails away off…
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