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Holly Shaum ’24 Boo Bears bagels, squirrels prancing on the quad, late-night hangouts, and making memories. How I will miss this small town and all the joy it has given me

Julia Garrison ’25 A small iced oatmilk latte with a splash of lavender with my reusable mug covered in stickers is my order at Boo Bears. I pick it up and sit back down to sit at my table with friends who I love.

by Wyn Caudle Ethereal light swims behind you I see the shadows cast by regrets Looming and swarming without nets Reaching and crawling to latch onto anything Everything The nearest thing. A limb? A hat brim? A fresh trim? I move It moves I turn …

by Henry Walter-Wilde Where am I? Lights are out, the room is dark. Think there’s movement, dart forward Bumping into something, a noisy cascade. A glint of light, bolt again Another collision, a crunch this time. A silhouette cast behind a curtain, Grasping through, hands …

by Gabriel McCreath When I mention you, I will not say Your father appeared to me in a dream you fell off the face of the Earth one summer  silhouetted against the sunrise of Mt. Auburn. cocooned in teenage gloom and terror’s teeth,  He mentioned …