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Bob Vessay

Abe Geissele '25 Down a muddy trail, rocks strew about, James rode. The Kind fall air brushed over every inch of his skin. Black dirt spilled through the air. Pine needles flew about with sap oozing from the delicate bark. The rounded Knobbies threw plums of blackness behind him, like a wave from a tsunami. The chitter chatter of squirrels filled the air. As James stabbed at the ground through a rut he felt an unmatched sense of freedom as he was one with his machine. The two

The Egg

McKenna Miller Oliver and Eve strolled through the field, with an anticipation in their step that led them through the tall sage and...

Letter: Holden to Phoebe

Omar Sharif '25 Dear Phoebe, Hey, how's your day going? My day has been the same, old, boring day. I am writing to you since the...

Old Friends

Zander Shallow'23 My house while growing up in Pennsylvania was not in a neighborhood. In fact, my only neighbors were older adults; on...

A Memory of Pain: Fear Rests Within

Daniel Shin '24 I had just turned old enough to take out my new bike for a swing in my neighborhood and I was thrilled. I could feel my...

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