The Wistful Campus

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The dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon light that pierced the high, arched windows of the library were not merely particles of decay but the very exhalations of a time I had tried so desperately to outrun, swirling in a slow, hypnotic dance that mocked the frantic, linear pace of my own existence as I stood there, a man unmoored from the shore of his own history, watching the great...

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