Breathing Out
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As I prepare to stand in the cold air this Sunday and hurl my sneakers into that tree on the west bank, I can’t help but look back rather than forward. People are asking me a lot these days how graduating feels: frightening, exciting, inevitable. The thing is I’m not too sure how to feel about it. I suppose my emotion was something that I thought would just spill out, but it hasn’t yet and …



Writer 1: All right settle down, let’s get to work. We open to the Alaskan Wilderness, serene pines, babbling brooks, …
