The Wistful Campus

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The rain falls. It does not stop. It hammers the slate roof of the cell, a rhythmic, deafening drumbeat. You are wet. The cold is in your marrow. It is a living thing. It eats you from the inside out. You are a prisoner. But not of the stone walls. Those are merely the cage for the body. The true cage is the mind. And the mind is a garden. But it is a garden overgrown. Wild. Thorns. You...

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