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BERKELEY'S NEWS • FEBRUARY 08, 2023

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Believe it or not, our beloved college town has a charming doppelganger just northwest of Denver.
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Believe it or not, our beloved college town has a charming doppelganger just northwest of Denver.
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When you disappear, none of us notice until you’re gone. Turning the corner, we make a left and descend the stairs to the parking lot. It’s littered with vehicles, waste and gum on the concrete. Someone is screaming, I don’t know who. Maybe we’re all screaming all at once. 
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When you disappear, none of us notice until you’re gone. Turning the corner, we make a left and descend the stairs to the parking lot. It’s littered with vehicles, waste and gum on the concrete. Someone is screaming, I don’t know who. Maybe we’re all screaming all at once. 
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Every game promised intertwining tales of people fighting for an oddly shaped silver trophy to hoist above their heads in late February. Sports provide comfort in the ever changing narrative of each of our individual lives.
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Every game promised intertwining tales of people fighting for an oddly shaped silver trophy to hoist above their heads in late February. Sports provide comfort in the ever changing narrative of each of our individual lives.
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As a child and a teenager, baking cake was something I did for fun, something that was a regular part of my life. It was a way for me to connect with people, to create something of my own.
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As a child and a teenager, baking cake was something I did for fun, something that was a regular part of my life. It was a way for me to connect with people, to create something of my own.
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I first started keeping a diary at the age of 9. Going through old entries, I realized that while I can never fully remember everything I ever experience, my diary will.
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I first started keeping a diary at the age of 9. Going through old entries, I realized that while I can never fully remember everything I ever experience, my diary will.
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some nights my tears drown me, the weight in my chest amplifies, I feel like I’ve swallowed glass and won’t ever breathe again. 
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some nights my tears drown me, the weight in my chest amplifies, I feel like I’ve swallowed glass and won’t ever breathe again. 
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I have recently rediscovered my copy of Yeats' collected poems. I felt compelled to respond to the poem again now, years later, without peeking at my previous attempt.
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I have recently rediscovered my copy of Yeats' collected poems. I felt compelled to respond to the poem again now, years later, without peeking at my previous attempt.
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I find myself incredibly grateful now, finally, for things that I always should’ve been grateful for.
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I find myself incredibly grateful now, finally, for things that I always should’ve been grateful for.
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Yet somehow I still had this inclination that I didn’t belong neither here nor there. What if I didn’t belong anywhere?
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Yet somehow I still had this inclination that I didn’t belong neither here nor there. What if I didn’t belong anywhere?
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Belonging is visceral and tactile, so lick everything and squish your face against every surface.
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Belonging is visceral and tactile, so lick everything and squish your face against every surface.
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