The Wistful Campus
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the main quad and the muddy ditch that ran along the northern perimeter of the university. I stood at the window of my office, the glass cold against my forehead, watching the water carve new channels into the earth, a relentless, industrial process that seemed indifferent...
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