The Wistful Campus
The elm tree in the center of the quadrangle did not know it was dying, or perhaps it knew it with such a profound, cellular resignation that its continued standing seemed less like vitality and more like a ghost refusing to evaporate, its leaves a tattered, yellowed map of a summer that had long since ended, standing as a silent witness to the erosion of our lives, for we were no longer...
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