North Carolina State University - Agromeck Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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single face. There must hove been sunlight that sennester, o foil OS beautiful os they always are here, but really I cannot remember anything except being always lost, always alone. I guess the day after exams ended summed it up perfectly: it was raining, it was snowing and it was god awful cold. But I guess that was years before I met you, Sara. By our time I knew every spot of sunlight, the best shade trees, and all the empty classrooms where we ' d talk over our nights before and wonder how we ever became involved with each other. Funny in a way, we always were involved no matter whom else we were with— but that ' s another story. Yes, you could swing through the tunnel after you passed behind Carroll and as you come up the stairs behind Horrelson there would always be a big plume of snowy white steam, golden edged with sunlight against on electric blue sky over your right shoulder. Maybe I would attend a class or two — 15