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Gifts from a Little Train
A love letter to the (temporarily) retired port of Princeton.
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We Who Yearn for Spring
“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.
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A Toast Well-Browned
For one woman, perpetually disheartened by dining hall desserts, a new discovery prompts renewed enthusiasm, and, dare we say, rekindled emotion.