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BERKELEY'S NEWS • MARCH 21, 2023

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I think about that first day. Often. Memories I call on when I feel like seeing you, when I’m willing to risk the comfort of my mind for the chance to sit in during one of our nights together again.
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I think about that first day. Often. Memories I call on when I feel like seeing you, when I’m willing to risk the comfort of my mind for the chance to sit in during one of our nights together again.
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this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.
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this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.
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There’s so much good and bad to unpack, but I won’t bore you with the particulars. Even though I felt like I was being thrown back and forth a lot, I managed to make it through all right – and I’ve learned some valuable lessons along the way.
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There’s so much good and bad to unpack, but I won’t bore you with the particulars. Even though I felt like I was being thrown back and forth a lot, I managed to make it through all right – and I’ve learned some valuable lessons along the way.
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These serendipitous moments bring me home, reminding me of memories attached to these people whose smells seem to appear out of thin air.
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These serendipitous moments bring me home, reminding me of memories attached to these people whose smells seem to appear out of thin air.
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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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You stopped playing / Go back / Give me the nocturne in the dusky air. / Come closer / The earth wants immensely to know you / Begged me to introduce / You.
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You stopped playing / Go back / Give me the nocturne in the dusky air. / Come closer / The earth wants immensely to know you / Begged me to introduce / You.
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The future is written in that bowl, sugar-cream topographies of the soul. 
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The future is written in that bowl, sugar-cream topographies of the soul. 
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We are so used to this pressured desire to be happy that we don’t realize how we often view our negative emotions as invalid, shameful or wrong. 
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We are so used to this pressured desire to be happy that we don’t realize how we often view our negative emotions as invalid, shameful or wrong. 
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As I prepare for my senior year at UC Berkeley, I find myself in a state of self-reflection. I look back at my past years, all the things I’ve experienced and think about how they’ve all led me to where I am now. As I approach my last year of undergrad, I’m filled with excitement, angst, nerves, gratitude and every emotion I could imagine.
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As I prepare for my senior year at UC Berkeley, I find myself in a state of self-reflection. I look back at my past years, all the things I’ve experienced and think about how they’ve all led me to where I am now. As I approach my last year of undergrad, I’m filled with excitement, angst, nerves, gratitude and every emotion I could imagine.
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Contained in that cup were East Coast strip malls, cowboy hats in 100-degree heat and homemade face masks made from linen freckled with various dogs. Inside that cup was chicken soup for the lost soul.
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Contained in that cup were East Coast strip malls, cowboy hats in 100-degree heat and homemade face masks made from linen freckled with various dogs. Inside that cup was chicken soup for the lost soul.
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