The Wistful Campus

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The wool of my father’s cardigan was a landscape of its own, a vast, undulating terrain of navy blue that had, over the years of his gentle, unspoken stewardship of our small household, worn into a softness that felt less like fabric and more like the memory of touch itself, a texture that clung to the skin with the persistent, almost intrusive intimacy of a secret kept too long in a locked...

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