The Wistful Campus

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The train slowed. The rhythm of the wheels shifted. You feel it in your teeth. The vibration stops. Silence rushes in. It is cold. The air is thin. It smells of pine and wet stone. You step onto the platform. Your shoes slip on the gravel. You catch yourself. You are here. You are home. Not home. You are the guest. You are the outsider. The town is small. The sky is wide. It is gray. The light...

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