We’ll meet in Mei: A short story

Illustration about love
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Mei Huang meets August Claremont in the spring, when the air smells of rotten honeysuckles and mist.  A chill rattles her bones even through her cardigan — a sure, swift wind that jostles her gait and forces her hands into thin denim pockets. Mei’s breath comes in sharp bursts: clouds
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photo of students studying in the library

Initiation: A poem

Autumn in Berkeley is the bathroom flooding from the rain  And going for a drink anyway Talking about which professors we prefer at the bar   Somehow there’s warmth in the gray sky No heater in a building that’s 200 years old Impostor syndrome fades away when We’re huddled around
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