A love letter to the (temporarily) retired port of Princeton.
by Ellen Scott-Young on November 11, 2018November 11, 2018
“Our trembles and tears are made bright. Dancing across / our cheeks blushing and buzzing with the blossoming weather. / Possibility is today. Happiness is now. The inhale, the exhale.
by Ellen Scott-Young on April 7, 2018April 10, 2018
“On my shelf above They sit like something unearthed From History”
by Ellen Scott-Young on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
For one woman, perpetually disheartened by dining hall desserts, a new discovery prompts renewed enthusiasm, and, dare we say, rekindled emotion.
by Ellen Scott-Young on October 15, 2017October 14, 2017
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Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?
