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Grace Lee

  • Familiar Flavors

    Familiar Flavors

    May 6, 2018

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    by

    Grace Lee
    in Photography

    Last September, I went to Trenton for the first time to apply for a Social Security number. Every time I visit a new place, I make sure to try one of its highest-rated restaurants on Yelp. Of course, Trenton was no exception. As I waited for my Uber to pull in on Nassau Street, bright…

  • Love According to Gabriel García Márquez

    Love According to Gabriel García Márquez

    May 5, 2018

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    by

    Serena Alagappan
    in Poetry

    “Love is a breath, and a surprise, and the common space between two solitudes, and two bodies.”

  • Reflections from the Backlog —

    Reflections from the Backlog —

    May 5, 2018

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    by

    Faith Emba
    in Poetry

    “There’s always summer to/think/realize/laze./There’s always summer/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the year after that/and the rest of our lives.”

  • A Yellow Ribbon

    A Yellow Ribbon

    Apr 29, 2018

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    by

    Grace Lee
    in Essays

    This piece was originally written for a freshman seminar “Poverty Policies and the Dispossessed in America” in December 2017. It has been published to honor April 16th, 2018, which marked the 4th anniversary of the sinking of Sewol Ferry. Spring is the season of life. Yellow forsythias adorn the streets and forests of South Korea…

  • Photos

    Photos

    Apr 29, 2018

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    by

    Alice Maiden
    in Photography

  • In Search of the Best Açaí Bowl

    In Search of the Best Açaí Bowl

    Apr 29, 2018

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    by

    Alex Jacobson, Allegra Dobson
    in Campus, Food

    “At Princeton, sometimes it feels as though carbs are ubiquitous. Sometimes it’s difficult to bring to mind the last time we ingested a fruit or vegetable that wasn’t in the form of ice cream or dried into a chip. This is exactly what made the introduction of açaí bowls to campus so exhilarating.”

  • Le Syndrome de Paris

    Le Syndrome de Paris

    Apr 29, 2018

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    by

    Michael Milam
    in Essays, Poetry

    “I look out my bedroom window and admire Sacré-Cœur. The clouds inch past, the sky pales, then blushes, and before I know it the Eiffel Tower is alight, flashing like a jolly giant steel Christmas phallus. Every hour on the hour.”

  • Martinus Young, I had a crush on you when I was five.

    Martinus Young, I had a crush on you when I was five.

    Apr 29, 2018

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    by

    Mariachiara Ficarelli
    in Poetry

    “A quotidian damage. Consolidating into a tiny scar; a crescent moon./Now, that’s the only trace I have left of you, Martinus Young.”

  • Latter Genesis

    Latter Genesis

    Apr 29, 2018

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    by

    Tess Solomon
    in Poetry

    “I don’t make that the answer, because, though mine a fraction of yours,/belief still blossoms when it isn’t too cold.”

  • Review: DJ Ezra Klein Chopped Not Slopped Indie-Hits Compilation (Best New Music)

    Review: DJ Ezra Klein Chopped Not Slopped Indie-Hits Compilation (Best New Music)

    Apr 28, 2018

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    by

    Max McGougan
    in Poetry, Reviews

    “The EP offers a respite from the world. If only for a moment.”

  • USG Gets Religion

    USG Gets Religion

    Apr 22, 2018

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    by

    Ethan Sterenfeld
    in Campus

    “I reached out to one of the leaders of PFA to ask if they knew about the controversies around Gibson and his film but did not get a response.”

  • The Loudest Voice You’ve Never Heard

    The Loudest Voice You’ve Never Heard

    Apr 22, 2018

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    by

    Tom Hoopes
    in Campus, Interviews

    “because of its distance from the more populous undergraduate portion of the University, many students today are unaware of the carillon’s existence. ‘I’m the loudest voice you’ve never heard,’ Lisa laments.”

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