observations the city hums a lullaby of sirens a concrete cradle of restless dreams. the moon’s rays draw silver stripes on…
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San Francisco Nature The woods have never spoken to me. All the fanaticism over John Muir in the Sierras or Ansel Adam’s…
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half lives i think about it often the half of my life the half of my life i will live without…
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Writing Your College Essay The pressure of the CommonApp essay can be very overwhelming, and is something that is not discussed as…
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A Day in the Life of Morgan Durant Beginning of the Day: My alarm rings at 6:00 A.M., and class is…