The Wistful Campus

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The steam rising from the copper vats in the basement of the St. Jude’s Orphanage did not smell like soup, or bread, or the simple, honest sustenance that was supposed to be the foundation of our lives, but rather it smelled like the sharp, metallic tang of antiseptic mixed with something ancient and cloying, a scent that clung to the back of my throat and settled into the pores of my skin like...

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