BERKELEY'S NEWS • SEPTEMBER 24, 2022

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On hypothermia: A personal essay 

The swim club, I later found out, has been there for over a hundred years; for a hundred years, I imagine, this morning ritual has been left unchanged.

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love feels like: a vase of pink tulips / easing into a good book / a water balloon fight / the night before your favorite concert
love feels like: a vase of pink tulips / easing into a good book / a water balloon fight / the night before your favorite concert
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but by god, read the writing on the wall / scrawled with the blood of dying stars. / i hope you know that one day you will do / the same thing to one another
but by god, read the writing on the wall / scrawled with the blood of dying stars. / i hope you know that one day you will do / the same thing to one another
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I’m thinking of when you sat on a white blanket with grass peeking through the threads, and you wore a white dress for our special occasion: a conversation.
I’m thinking of when you sat on a white blanket with grass peeking through the threads, and you wore a white dress for our special occasion: a conversation.
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The swim club, I later found out, has been there for over a hundred years; for a hundred years, I imagine, this morning ritual has been left unchanged.
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The swim club, I later found out, has been there for over a hundred years; for a hundred years, I imagine, this morning ritual has been left unchanged.
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love feels like: a vase of pink tulips / easing into a good book / a water balloon fight / the night before your favorite concert
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love feels like: a vase of pink tulips / easing into a good book / a water balloon fight / the night before your favorite concert
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but by god, read the writing on the wall / scrawled with the blood of dying stars. / i hope you know that one day you will do / the same thing to one another
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but by god, read the writing on the wall / scrawled with the blood of dying stars. / i hope you know that one day you will do / the same thing to one another
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I’m thinking of when you sat on a white blanket with grass peeking through the threads, and you wore a white dress for our special occasion: a conversation.
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I’m thinking of when you sat on a white blanket with grass peeking through the threads, and you wore a white dress for our special occasion: a conversation.
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here's a few stanzas about things annoying me / you can have them, just like that, for free / if you like them, great; if not, you’ve already clicked the link
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here's a few stanzas about things annoying me / you can have them, just like that, for free / if you like them, great; if not, you’ve already clicked the link
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We tell stories that never do the trick. The events of my day are articulable, but the meaning of a day is always greater than its constituent moments.
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We tell stories that never do the trick. The events of my day are articulable, but the meaning of a day is always greater than its constituent moments.
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Today, you get a year older. And you getting older means I, too, am getting older. The more I grow up, the closer I feel to you.
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Today, you get a year older. And you getting older means I, too, am getting older. The more I grow up, the closer I feel to you.
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We explore the highs and lows of college life, from the trials and tribulations of life in academia to the thrills of finding a clue hunt on campus.
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We explore the highs and lows of college life, from the trials and tribulations of life in academia to the thrills of finding a clue hunt on campus.
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I brush fingers with a dream so close to reality, but it slips away without fail every time, and the people I trust with my heart eat me alive.
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I brush fingers with a dream so close to reality, but it slips away without fail every time, and the people I trust with my heart eat me alive.
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Frank Jackson proposed a thought experiment, “What Mary Didn’t Know,” where Mary is sequestered alone in a colorless room.
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Frank Jackson proposed a thought experiment, “What Mary Didn’t Know,” where Mary is sequestered alone in a colorless room.
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